New Year, 1 January 2026

The year turns whether or not anybody is ready for it, which is the only genuinely reliable thing about it.

What people do with the evening is the part that is theirs: the same food, the same jokes, the same argument about whether the salad needs more of something.

My wishes are the ordinary ones and I mean them exactly as they sound. Health, work that goes well, and everybody you want at the table actually at it.

A good year to all of you.