Post's title pretty much says it all.
As I write this it is just past midnight on January 1st, 2016. I will spend the next 10 days or so struggling to write the correct year. But because of the vagaries of the time stamps on the blog, it will still state it is December 31st.
The year began poorly. On January 14th, my mother died, and a chunk of me died with her. I think of her every day. There were family repercussions as a result of her death that are still reverberating through my life. I think I will leave it at that.
As 2015 progressed, I have bounced through from one day to the next until a week was gone. I'd string weeks together to form a month. Eventually, we got to where we are today. I can't wait for this year to be over.
All I am hoping for in 2016 is that it doesn't suck as much as 2015 did.
Earlier this evening, Patricia asked me what resolutions I had in mind for 2016. I replied I want to take better care of myself. I am at the point where when I roll out of bed in the morning, my stomach hits the floor before my feet do. That is not good. I will go for long walks, maybe even along the beach, possibly as the sun is going down. I haven't decided yet.
I want to take better care of my house. In 2014 I spent 1000's on a new
deck. I stained it during the summer. I will stain it once if not twice
in 2016. I will continue the never-ending task of throwing out stuff
that has piled up around here over the years. I have already found that Goler book that had gone missing for years and years. What other neat treasures will I find?
I try to be optimistic. It is not easy for me, but I try. And I will try to make 2016 better than 2015. I hope you do, too.
See you tomorrow.