So, 2019 arrived, and in my household, safely. As custom (and old age) dictate, the missus and I did not ring in the New Year, choosing to retire, and fall asleep, several hours earlier.
Lots of people make new years resolutions, only to see them broken by this point in the month. There are some who stick with their regimen, and kudos to them for doing it.
I make the same resolution every year, and have for the past 35+ years. Every New Years Eve I resolve to not make any New Years resolutions. And I'm always successful in keeping it, which wasn't always the case in years past.
Waking up with a pounding head, queasy stomach and "screaming eagle" shits January 1st almost always lead me to swear off booze. Which I'd manage to keep until I started feeling better. I do admit I did quit drinking 13 years ago, and, aside from the odd beer every 2 months, I've kept the promise.
What does 2019 hold? If I knew, I'd be fucking rich right now. But I don't, and I'm not. So, I'll play 2019 the same as every year. Plod through the best I can. And not get fucking rich.
'Nuff said.
