Last night Camera Girl and I rang in the New Year in our traditional manner by going to sleep at about 11 pm. That’s right. We missed Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve with Ryan Seacrest and a host of musical nobodies and cultural degenerates. Interestingly it was 11:58 pm when we were awakened by what I assumed was a thermonuclear detonation but turned out to be what I assume were some sticks of dynamite being tossed around by one of my more excitable neighbors here in Dunwich. After assuring myself that the house was still on its foundations, we wished each other Happy New Year and turned back over to sleep.
I hope everyone enjoyed their night last night, whether by celebrating with friends or singing along as Miley Cyrus tele-visually twerked to Auld Lange Syne. And now we find ourselves in 2023 and like everyone else we look back on 2022 and make some course corrections to help us achieve our goals in the New Year.
And I have. I looked at my poor performance at finishing up my story and realized that I needed a better daily schedule. Or rather weekly schedule. And so, I’ve blocked out my time to write fiction, write for the blog, work, remind Camera Girl that I still live here and take care of all the things that need doing around this place.
So, this morning I woke up, almost on time, and followed my plan, mostly. And by golly it definitely helped. I accomplished more in one morning than I’ve gotten done in the last three weeks. Now granted the holidays are generally the worst time of the year for getting work done but I can see that following a schedule will significantly increase my productivity. And probably getting that writing done in the morning was the best choice. So here I am, a paragon of virtue on day one of the new world order and somewhat smarmy with self-regard.
I’ve also managed to get the web site test bed up and running on my computer and I will shortly be testing out some changes I’m thinking about. And doing it this way I’m less likely to blow up the site by accident. So, once again, paragon of virtue.
So, who’s better than me? I ask you!
Of course, my track record on maintaining resolutions past New Year’s Day has not previously been stellar. So, we will have to see how things pan out. But I am brimming with optimism, good intentions and fat-soluble vitamins so let’s give me the benefit of the doubt.
And in line with my new regimen, I will be careful to prevent any unbridled enthusiasm over current events from erupting into overblown optimism about political saviors putting our political house in order. From now on I’ll applaud attempts at improving things by well-intentioned individuals but I will refrain from declaring anything an outright victory until it’s confirmed by the regime. Let’s say a declaration of defeat by the New York Times or the Washington Post.
And this is fine. There will still be occasion to laugh when a Fredo or someone of that ilk is cast into the abyss by his own handlers or when Dopey Joe rolls down the ramp from Air Force One. I’ll just make sure I don’t read more into these things than they deserve. Moderation in all things.
So here we go. “O brave new world that has such people in it.” Let the games begin.