It means more to my gadgets

Golden-crowned sparrow, Howard Buford Recreation Area (December 30)

Arbitrary odometer reading, observing change from 4 to 5 in the least significant digit spot. Yay. (Read that in monotone robot voice, pls.)

I.e. HAPPY NEW YEAR, it being the Western dominant culture’s return-to-zero, or "1/1" in the calendrical cycle. It means more to my gadgets than to me. New spreadsheets, new file folders, and attempting to remember to use the new annum numeral when setting or inscribing dates. My gadgets are important to me, so therein dwells some caring about New Year’s Day and the New Year. I have many file-producing and file-containing gadgets that use dates: cameras, Kindles, digital recorders, computers, phones, to name a few categories. It's a Gadget New Year.

I don’t make resolutions. My last vow was never to make another vow. Ongoing self-agreements are the most I’ve got in that direction. There is no necessary connection with the calendar for those. They’re continuously updated, at best becoming good habits like nightly flossing—or good abstentions, such as no booze (since June 2015) or no pot (January 2022). But okay, this morning I’ll drink a toast of hot black French roasted coffee to the fucking new year! Huzzah!