The Good Year

I started the new year by getting drunk and getting rid of old baggage, both literally and hyperbolically. It wasn't exactly the best I could hope for, but there are times when you challenge everything you think you are, and there is nothing you can do about it. History keeps repeating itself, and you keep failing to learn your lessons.

But all is not lost. The battle will go on as long as we're alive, and we will never be able to see the final score. In the meantime, there is more to drink, more baggage to collect, and more to learn.

Wishing all of you, a sanguine new year.