New Year's Day always feels like an odd sort of bridge between the year that feels familiar and the year that now is.
Last night my friend Lydia mentioned that she didn't like the look of 2007; it looks odd and unwieldy to her. But there's always that sense of awkwardness with a new year, isn't there? It's like naming a baby--it takes a while for that little stranger to BECOME the name you've given him. And it will take a while for 2007 to be the date I write on checks. :)