The truth comes out on December 31: the arbitrary cutoff that we all acknowledge and use to give the last trip around the sun some context.
The last 365 were certainly better than the 365 before that. Better circumstances don't necessarily make an individual better, though. But I think that today is better than this same date last year. And I think I'm better than I was 365 days ago.
It's time to go photograph the football game, then stop off for some rye whiskey and campari, before coming home and enjoying the "last day" of this fine trip.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
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