For one thing, New Year has never seemed like a new start. Other than starting a new diary and hanging up a new calendar, New Year is just carrying on where we left off before Christmas. First as students and later as teachers, September has always been much more of a new year with the new academic year starting. New students, possibly new subjects to teach. Even if it was a re-run of a course we'd taught before, we were starting again at the beginning.
The other time that feels like a new year is the start of spring. When we finally leave the winter gloom, rain, snow and mud behind and the weather softens and the days lengthen and everything starts to grow again, that's a new year.
However, we are sort of celebrating this year as G decided it would be nice to go out for lunch on New Year's Day. This has never happened before in 45 years of marriage, so it will be a nice treat.
Otherwise I will be glad to get back into a routine. It doesn't help my chronic mild depression to have the days blur into one with no structure to the week. Having to make the effort to be with people helps lift my mood. Also I have two bags of fabric to pass on to a friend who is a member of a sewing and crafting group, but I won't see her until the Wednesday cafe chats start again.
So happy New Year to you all! See you again in 2020.