I woke up with what might be hints of a story echoing in my head, and spent this afternoon watching my beloved Kentucky Wildcats vanquish a gutsy Penn State squad in the Citrus Bowl for their first 10-win season since I lived in Tennessee. So we’re off to a good start.
Of course, the New Year is a time for resolutions, and while I don’t typically make them, I’ve decided to try to be more positive this time around. I don’t know if I’d go so far as to claim optimism, but if I can stay out of situations like these, I think I’ll be OK.
I know there will be big changes this year. The Spawn will graduate at the beginning of May, and then we’ll see about grad school in the fall. At that point, the Mid-Century Mondohaus will seem capacious indeed. But that’s why we raise them, I guess, and if it brings her closer to the life she wants, then I guess we’re doing pretty well. All the same, I can see some trips up I-95 later this year.
I have three stories coming out this year, and if my hand is in luck (correction: When I write as well as I can — positivity), more good stuff will happen. Similarly, I look forward to doing music again, and for those new opportunities to express ideas.
But now it’s time for dinner. I hope 2019 gives you everything you want, and that it’s still what you want when you have it.
Happy New Year, gang!