Quiet day, grey and ferociously cold. Old friend called, as another old friend called yesterday. Otherwise did laundry, vacuumed, finished a library book, and took two walks on increasingly achy knees. This is possibly the prelude to snow or rain; if it keeps up, will certainly be the prelude to physiotherapy.
Otherwise, good-bye 2014, and as N said, don't let the door hit your ass on your way out.