We’ve had a quiet few days, and we’re dreading going back to work tomorrow. Lisa has recovered from the cold, but there’s no doubt about it – I’ve come down with it. I was hoping to avoid it but really, I’m not prepared to pay the price that would be required. As it is, I seem to have got off lightly, but then again, Lisa is predicting I’ll feel worse over the next few days. We’ll see.

Anyway, it’s nearly 2002. There are fireworks planned for the Strip right about now (midnight), but I don’t think ‘m not sure if we are going to be anywhere suitable to view them. Maybe we’ll catch them on TV. [rushes outside]

…OK, turns out we could see the fireworks on the Strip from next door’s back yard. If we only talk to our neighbours but once a year, I guess the first few minutes of the new year are a good enough time to do so.

Happy New Year everyone.