Does it feel like New Year? Not yet. Perhaps it won’t. Perhaps it will just gently, unobtrusively morph into another January. The man on the radio with the honeyed urbane voice said that the shape of it will feel strange. Yes. The numbers do and the evenness of them. But in some ways, though I miss the escapism of noise and spectacle, it is easier this sliding, this easing into it. Accept what is and be grateful. That will do. It is enough.
