It’s the first day of the year. Sez who? Sez Pope Gregory XIII, that’s who. But others have different ideas. And according to David Foster Wallace, we are leaving behind the Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment and commencing the Year of Glad. No matter, just think of it as an agreement, a convenience, a means of making sure everybody’s on the same page of the cosmic appointment book.So sure, I’m willing to go with the flow. Make resolutions (exercise more, eat less, get my waist size down, yada yada). Pay attention when I date checks (which I seldom write anymore anyway). But y’know what? One day’s pretty much the same as another. If it were the umpteenth of Hippagolagus, would it really make any difference?
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