2026
As you may have gathered from my last few posts, 2025 was a bit of a bear. Rabid badger? Belligerent drunk? Ooh, belligerent drunk. The evening started off well enough, then things got a little moody for a bit, then there was a nice placid phase where it seemed like maybe events would pass in relative peace, and then he decided to start a fight with an innocent bystander and now you're finding yourself at the opposite end of a phone call, refusing to post bail because he's had it coming for a long time and could just use a couple nights of "time out" to think about his decisions. But that relationship is behind you now and you get to try again with 2026. Seems nice enough. Might turn sideways but hey, been there, done that. I'm not sure I've ever felt quite like this: relieved to put a year behind me but absolutely not trusting the year ahead, either. Which brings me to my only real goal for the year. Roast some marshmallows on that dumpster fire. [Note: The A...