We're both in, keeping our (safely sedated) doggy safe from all the fireworks.
Funny non-Q related New Year's Eve story for anons:
Last night we were both sound asleep, and somewhere around 3:00 spouseanon sat straight up, flipped on the light, and said something had touched her foot. Sure you did, I thought.
Nope. The doggo started losing his shit and was staring up toward the ceiling, and I looked up to see a live, freaked-out FLYING SQUIRREL clinging to a bedpost. Good thing I didn't have shotgun handy or we'd have to fix all 4 walls and the ceiling. No, I grabbed a t-shirt, threw it over the squirrel, snatched up the bundle and ran outdoors in my jockey shorts and tossed the squirrel out into the yard.
Spouseanon is rarely speechless, but she watched this whole cartoon happen, then silently poured us a couple of drinks. We'd have laughed our asses off if we'd been awake enough.
What a night. Man, I hope tonight is more boring than last night.