(Although, I was reminded it ain't over quite yet.)
The flip side is that they also capture my deep and terrified sense of dread for 2017. I've never been more afraid of a year ahead than I am now.
I mean, the rolling over of the calendar is a completely arbitray and artificial construct, as a way of measuring the passage of events and quantifying history, but that doesn't change dread of the future.
I am SO the woman with the axe. Dread, anger and "bring it on, motherfucker."
2017 - gonna be a handful.