What? 2010?

My wife's first words of 2010 to me: "Put down that knife."

And now, in the words of someone else...

You run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
and racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same (in a relative way) but you're older,
shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Normally I save that for birthdays, but it felt appropriate for the entry of 2010.
2010, and no flying cars.
Where is the justice?