Two thousand and eight is winding down. It's been a tough year, but havn't I been saying that a bit too much? No excuses, no more complaints. It's all in the past now. New beginnings, and a new energy for 2009. Of course, spiritually, my new year won't really begin until the end of January, on Chinese New Year.
Simple dinner tonight. Not a time to be extravagant. Having a Northern Rhone wine, a St. Joseph from Jean Luc Columbo. Maybe toast the New Year with some port. Otherwise, a muted celebration. If you can call it that.
Happy New Year to all!