I must admit that I'm feeling pretty hopeful for the coming year. When my daughter was younger she had a birthday party and I bought a numerology book for fun. Each of her guests would tell me her birthday, and I would tell them about themselves based on the numerological analysis of the date. I put about as much stock in that as I do in astrology, but I still think about it sometimes. This morning, for example, I was wondering if 2016 would be the year that I die. "Well," I thought, "2+0+1+6=9. Nine just doesn't feel like the number for me." It makes no sense at all, but I took some comfort in the idea that 2016 didn't feel like the year of my death.
So there's that.