That’s it! Thirteen years of awkward expressions, tripping tongues and wasted characters are finished!
With the blink of the clock at midnight the two thousands are left to history, never to be uttered again.
For an agonizing 4, 748 days we’ve been calling the year ‘two thousand _________.’
But tonight we enter the ‘twenties.’
The world in tumult.
The climate in flux.
The economy out of balance.
The population hopeful.
‘Twenty’ feels much younger than ‘two thousand.’ More lively. More spry.
Will we shed those extra thousand pounds tonight and leap into a bright new future?
Ask me in 2014.