And so, I don’t have any excuses for not writing. Except maybe too much furniture blocking the computer. And a toddler. But those are really bad excuses. Because there’s also notebooks. And coffee. And pens. And OK, maybe the pens don’t work. But there’s crayons. Because there’s a toddler. Anyway. The last day of the year makes you think. Mostly about what you’ve done with the other 364 days. There’s been a lot of clapping. And crying. And laughing. And…
I went to a New Year’s Eve party with shotguns taped to my chair. They were plastic. The party was post-apocalyptic. Because, y’know, the world is supposed to end in this year. Depending on whom you speak to. I think we’re good. Even better now that I know what day it is. You see, I lost a day or two back there. I know I’m not the only one. Happy New Year, folks. I hope you’re caught up, too. Even…
