Happy New Year’s Eve. I know a lot of you are checking e-mails while you’re prepping for a hot celebration. Two thoughts: 1) If you’re gonna drink, don’t drive. This brings a fifteen mile run between a party that was close to boring except for the liquor and a bar through freezing rain at seventy-five mph. I could have killed myself, which on consideration, wouldn’t have been a great loss. But worse I could have killed someone else. 2) Stay sober and any afterparty celebrations will be appreciated by your partner and you’ll remember what happened. Apropos of that, I’m adopted and my birthday is in September. Do the math. Saturday was flushable. Nine thirty became the new seven thirty. I’d made pancake batter…