I was Mudcatting, while Rog was out in the living room, but just at that stroke of Wyoming time Midnight, we went out on the front porch with the dog, who thankfully doesn't mind fireworks, looked for the moon and what was suppposed to be a showy night for Jupiter and saw only clouds with a bit of the bright, just-past-full moon shining through. Just an inch of two of new fallen snow kept things muffled, hushed, so that even the few fireworks seemed a benign and fleeting salute to the new baby year. It was beautiful. We stayed up another hour or two, just being together, Mudcatting, reading, and watching a little television. Nice night.

kat