This is the twilight of the end of our pagan celebrations and cold embrace of a new year not yet warmed by the sun. The bulk of us pine for better weather and the promise of longer days. For the time being we are lulled to sleep with overindulgence and possibly new year's resolutions.

We are all hopeful about the possibility of a good, new year, but for now we wait between parties and familial responsibilities. Five days of limbo until we binge drink ourselves comatose this weekend.