CHRISTMAS is packed away for another nine or so months (unless you are my sister-in-law Jen who is very excitable and firmly in the camp of Christmas starts November 1) and the kids are back at school.
Given how far along we are now, it's too late for a year in review, top 10 lists of stuff that came out in 2017* and a sing-along of my favourite carols would just be redundant.
I had thought about telling a wildly entertaining tale of how I saw in New Year's, but given I worked until after 11, then came home to find my wife and her friend, who were rather sober despite previously stated intentions, sitting on the couch watching a movie that turned out to be very "meh" (Girls Trip if you were curious), I'm feeling doubtful about stretching the story out to a decent paragraph let alone filling a Man Cave, so I'll skip on that idea too.
I rather think, at this rate, it means I will follow the theme of the issue and go with resolutions for 2018 because there are so many potentials there.
Take for instance the wildly popular, but not always successful, quitting smoking.
The fact I don't smoke and only had an occasional social cigarette in my youth means this would be a pointless resolution, but at least I could keep it without issue.
If this is your resolution then more power to you and I really wish you the best in this endeavour.
Losing weight is another possible resolution and this one I could benefit from.
Not in a major way, thanks to the great genetics handed down from my parents and their parents before them, but rather noticing while my weight hasn't fluctuated I have started to develop a belly I'm positive wasn't there in 2016 and jam jars are giving me more grief than they used to.
I could tack "getting fit" on to the lose weight, because I can see the day sometime soon when I'll have to ask my 15-year-old daughter to open the jars that her dad can't.
Actually, more power to you sweetheart, I'll be proud to see you opening what I can't.
With that in mind this resolution could well be detrimental to her emotional wellbeing, so I had best let this potential resolution pass.
Take up (insert name of random sport/hobby here).
Seriously? I have four kids who already have their activities to get to, a working wife, I'm already doing karate two nights a week, plus I'm a shift worker who has taken on more study.
Trying to get something else into this mess would be a short and rapid trip to a dysfunctional family and justifiably cranky wife Jo.
I want to write more and Jo is encouraging me so I could get away with that, but I'm not prepared to openly commit just yet.
I would rather ease into it and say "oh, by the way, look what I've done" when I actually have something to show for my efforts.
Having something to aim for is very important for the soul, so if I'm not going for these old faithfuls then what am I resolving to do?
Sure there's the never funny and cliched "continue being the amazing person I am", but I'm not so desperate as to trot that resolution out.
Understandably if I made resolutions regarding bedroom activities chances are Jo would make a point of ensuring I fail, so I never forget it generally takes two to agree to those resolutions.
All this leads to the clock ticking past midnight on December 31 and me failing to make any resolutions because in all seriousness, if I wasn't prepared to commit to something when it counts then no potentially champagne induced statement of good intent is going to be enough to get me to make that change.
In saying that, if a new year's resolution works for you then hell yeah, go for it.
I'll cheer you along all the way to your goal.
* 2017's #1 of everything was of course the release of The Last Jedi though as nerd excitement is a very real thing in this house.