Someday this blog may again become something other than “updates since I last wrote something,” but don’t hold your breath. I’m writing this on New Year’s Eve Day, but I certainly don’t have any plans to make blogging a resolution, or even to blog about the resolution I am making. I’ve had such a tendency to overcomplicate everything—not complaining; that’s my idea of fun—but I want to try not doing it for once and see what happens.
Anyway, I was reading over my last few posts, many of which were a long time ago and all about how swamped I had been with work but how it was all going to get better at any moment, probably. That did not happen in 2018 until approximately December 20. (It was a lucrative year, at least.) We also took a couple of fun trips, got Mik accepted to college, and got M.H.’s fifth book out. So it was a good year in a personal sense. And, frankly, the apparent progress on the Mueller investigation has given me enough hope that lately I’ve been sleeping better and have been able to take a break from spending basically all my spare time angry at everyone and everything.
If that trend continues, who knows? I may go back to regularly blogging frivolous nonsense for my own amusement.
