All discussions about plans for New Year’s Eve have taken place through a bizarre filter in my mind. It took every reference to “Saturday” and turned it into “Sunday,” because obviously it’s Sunday that we’ll all be staying up the whole night to party, watch balls drop and that sort of silliness.

Right?

Yeah. I figured it out when I got about two blocks from home tonight. Apparently I need to walk around more, ‘cause I do most of my best thinking on my feet. I’m not kidding, there. To those of you I’ve conversed with on this topic recently: Just take all of my idiotic blather about “Sunday” and translate it to “Saturday” and we’ll all be good, mmkay? Thanks.