Dave Bonta strings together small snapshots of a single New Year's Day, and the poem's charm is that almost nothing "important" happens. A sunrise with snow-blurred clouds, a squirrel being chased by suitors, a raven tumbling in the wind, a bit of laundry: the day is made of ordinary moments, noticed with dry humor and real attention.
The speaker seems relaxed, a little wry, and quietly reflective. The joke about being "especially careful" on the first piss of the year pokes fun at New Year superstition and resolutions. The military jet's rumble brings in the wider world, but the speaker's shrug, "it's still the same world," suggests that a calendar change doesn't alter much. Clearing the cookies from the computer, leaving the avatar a question mark, hints at a fresh start that is small and a bit uncertain.
Repeating the opening three lines at the end makes the poem circle back on itself, like the year. The mood is gentle, observant, and content with the everyday.