First thing, I chalked the correct year this morning.
2026 looks weird up there. The first quote is from the first song I heard in 2026; a little John Prine is a good start to the year. Clay Pigeons from the Sweet Revenge album. The Mailman from Maywood told me to find truth in myself rather than searching for external answers.
I started to chalk down what I would like to do this year, but decided it was a worthless chore. Six months from today I turn sixty.
That gives me twenty to twenty-five years left of living. That puts me in heaven between 2046 and 2051… that may seem like a long time to live, but on the flip side, 2006 and 2001 seem like yesterday.
That makes ‘46 feel like this Saturday and ‘51 falls on Monday of next week. I better vacuum and throw away my Playboy collection if that’s the case.
A cold and cloudy start to the new year in Chicagoland. Looks like a crockpot and movie binging day with a couple football games to throw on top.
Listen you Chalkheads, don’t put pressure on yourself with a shit ton of New Year resolutions. Just stay in love with who you are. Don’t be a jagoff and make your bed. Other than that, the sun comes up and goes down. The four seasons bring astonishment, and faith is a source of inspiration and security.
One last thing…. Watch your sodium.
