Now we spend two weeks or so kicking ourselves for writing the wrong year on things.
My goals for the year are to keep losing weight, get three books out the door, and survive the spring semester with my sanity intact. The rest is gravy.
Yes, it’s a low bar. I fear this is going to be one of those years when I spend way too much time dealing with other people’s follies, foolishness, and even malice. Semper Gumbi and all that.
I hope for you that it is a peaceful, healthy, calm, trip around the sun without too many unwanted adventures or surprises.
And for my construction/Classics/odd stuff buffs: Why Roman concrete is still with us – good luck and seawater.