...I (and the tent) survive a very windy night and what happens to be a minor hailstorm.
...I meet my first mouse while cooking breakfast in the tent vestibule. Luckily no food in the tent.
...I make another attempt to carry part of my stuff to one of the high camps (Nido at 5.550) and would normally have succeeded but for a sudden whiteout that came literally out of the blue (sky). One minute it's Copacabana, the next - Alaska in winter. Put it this way: when the scarf you put over your mouth for warmth starts freezing solid, you know it's time to back down.
...Instead I leave it one camp before (Canada at 5,050) in the hope that no one will take an interest in my Ritter Sport chocolate bars and my rented crampons and go back to base camp.
...I poop into a plastic bag for the first time in my life only to take it several hundred meters up with me and then back down. Don't ask.
...I eat this year's last dinner (pizza with what appears to be beef schnitzel and Argentine empanadas) in very good company. No fireworks or alcohol but still a happy occasion!