On the Jewish calendar, the day before sundown of the First Day of Rosh Hashanah is effectively new year's eve. I partied like it was... I don't know... and eked out a finish (and an official finish by just s few tenths of a second) in the inaugural Suffolk County Marathon today.
And now, I will be tired and sore when schmoozing with the mishpacha and davening in schul.
The religion is, after all, largely about suffering.
Happy new year, everybody (particularly my Jewish readers... if I have any...)