All is quiet on New Years Day

I was looking for a graphic that describes how I feel and was trying to find one of a tired old man looking into the mirror very unenthusiastically blowing a party noise maker with the caption Happy New Year. Yeah, whatever. This one's a little too peppy but it's the closest I could find. Good luck is right. 

Father time catches up with all of us eventually. So do not go gentle into the night. Rage, rage against the dark knight. As Jacob once said, oh be wise, what can I say more?

A lot of people at work were commenting on how they have zero plans for New Years and are going to go to bed early. I guess that's what happens when you have to get up early for work every day. Young people are starting to feel old. 

I was thinking about getting up early and go snowshoeing for the sunrise but dropped the ball. I didn't take any overtime over Christmas but signed up for a couple of overtime shifts over New Years. Time to get back to work and pay some bills. 

A few lines from a couple of different songs come to mind. U2 All is quiet on New Years Day. It was nice no one got shot over Christmas locally. Then a line from Steven Tyler's Dream On comes to mind. "Every time that I look in the mirror. All these lines on my face getting clearer. The past is gone. Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn. Isn't that the way?" 

I'm too old for the drama queens. Young kids with chips on their shoulders trying to make a name for themselves. I'm an old man. I've got nothing to prove. I steer clear of them. 

In a couple of weeks I pick up my new motorcycle. I'm not going to ride this one full seasons. I'm going to keep it nice for my road trip when Trump leaves office. That'll give me time to prepare. 

It's funny, when midnight struck I was fast asleep having a vivid dream. I dreamt I was at a shooting range camp. We were staying in dorms at night and target practicing at the gun range during the day. Then when midnight struck all the fireworks around us started to go off only it wasn't like other fireworks. These ones were different. Bang, bang, bang, bang. 

In my dream I thought it was a mass shooter. I thought this was a stupid place to do a mass shooting. Everyone here is armed. Then I waited to hear him get taken out. Yet the shots continued and no one took him out. Bang, bang, bang, bang. 

Then I thought am I really going to have to go to the gun safe and take this guy out? I waited to hear if there were any traumatic screams that accompanied the gunfire and I heard one. I was just about to head to the gun safe then I woke up and heard the fireworks so I laughed. This was only a drill.