This has been the funniest New Year's I've had in a long time. We spent the last 30 minutes of 2007 climbing stairs at the hotel, up and down, with Marta. It's her newest hobby, to climb stairs, almost all by herself. She's a very stubborn girl. And so it was pure luck that at midnight we happened to be downstairs, where everyone else was. We all exchanged kisses and greetings, I finished my wine, and followed Marta upstairs again. Then she fell asleep. That's pretty much it - but somehow I totally loved it.
My mother, back home in Kyiv, opened the balcony door at the very end of 2007, to air that damn year out completely. She was wearing an overcoat when 2008 arrived.
Happy New Year to everyone!