Standing above the toilet bowl, I held in my freshly showered palm a Ferraro Rocher chocolate, a pile of granola, an small rubber o-ring, a penny, and a small length of purple string.
I dropped each in, one at a time in the order I picked them up. Each let out a distinct and individual cry as it met with the water's surface, preparing to bid 2009 goodbye forever.
I saluted the bearers of 2009's memories as they disappeared in the swirl of toilet water...
"Goodbye 2009..." I said, sadly.
There it goes...
2009 is gone, and in its place arrives the freshly born babe of 2010. Good luck, kid.
profundus sententia ex cunabula.