Brush away the cobwebs. Pull those little dust bunnies out from underneath the couch, the dresser, the TV tray.
Break out the glass cleaner and give all the mirrors a once-over so you can see yourself clearly this morning. So you can see who it is you'll be spending the year with.
In fact, move the couch out from against the wall and sweep behind it. Heck, move it to the other side of the room and leave it there. After all, things are going to be different from now on, right?
Make a resolution to lose weight, quit smoking, eat healthy, get out of debt. Just do something differently this time. You've got a chance to start all over again.
Dust off the top of the TV and wipe the screen. Make sure you can see the big game. In fact, rush out and get a high-definition-ready, flat-screen plasma TV with a satellite dish that can pick up transmissions from the Beagle II, if it ever turns back up.
Do the dishes but try not to break any.
Clear your desk and file away that stack of stuff you want to keep but don't know where to put. Get a new chair. You're going to be spending a lot of time in that chair and you might as well like it at least the way it looks.
It's the second. The first non-holiday. Our first opportunity to make our mark on the year and set a course for the next 363 days.
What will it bring? Who knows, but it's all up to us.
Clear all the stuff off the coffee table and put your feet up. Lean back on your couch and think back on all the changes last year brought to your life.
Maybe you got a promotion or had a baby. Congratulations.
Maybe you found a new job, or a new wife or girlfriend. Maybe you lost a girlfriend. Maybe you found a girlfriend and lost her all in the same year.
Maybe you lost your parents this year, or a child. I'm sorry.
Maybe you moved into a new apartment, or a house. You got a new couch and end tables and a whole new bedroom suite and hand towels that match your bathroom wallpaper. Why do they call a grouping of furniture a suit?
I'll bet you found on eBay that perfect piece of china to replace the one you broke in the collection that used to belong to your grandmother and now you feel better and have a complete set to show your friends and use at dinner parties.
I bet you went to a heck of a New Year's party. One in a big house with lots of crackers and hummus and champagne. The band played all night while a kid in a corner played a video game, staring at a big screen TV as a digital man rode a skateboard across a power line and jumped over a moving car. That was pretty cool.
At midnight, they stopped playing and people brought down little plastic cups with champagne and passed out black, plastic noise-makers with shiny, silver tinsel. If someone blows one of those at any other time of year, it's annoying, but somehow on New Year's Eve, it's cool.
As that giant peach slowly rode its way down the scaffolding and fireworks were set off, an Englishman commented on how that peach looked like a "giant bum wiff eers on it," and people laughed. People kissed the nearest person of the opposite sex.
All the bad things that happened last year, at least for a moment, everyone forgot.
And just for a while, it felt like however the next year turned out, somehow it would be all right.
Michael Davis is a reporter for the Daily Herald. His column appears on Fridays. He can be reached at (770) 957-9161 or via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.