I did not, as promised, do something very stupid. You can blame the 4+ inches of snow that appeared overnight. However, never to be defeated, I did get to the top of the mountain nearest Shannon's place, took many pictures, walked to Zenkoji, ate soba, and came back home just as the sun went down. That, I think, is symbolically ritualistic enough for one New Year celebration. (Plus, I'm soaked to the bone.) I think I'll be staying in the rest of the night writing poetry and, nearer midnight, cooking more soba and heating a nice bottle of sake a former student got for me.