I used to care passionately about New Years Eve and the big calendar change to another year. These days, I wonder where that passion went. The first person to ask me how I spent New Years was an attractive young barristo in Starbucks. I told him I very peacefully slept right through it. He shocked me by saying that he did, too.

“What?” I cried. “You’re too young for that!”

He laughed. I wanted to quiz him further about early work hours but ultimately didn’t, realizing that it would probably be too inquisitive.

So New Years Day, I drank coffee at a coffeeshop, just like so many other days of the year. Now, it’s 2016, and I need to remember to push my index finger over by one more key.