Resolutions

This will be scheduled to post on Friday, but I'm writing on the last day of the year, so my mind naturally turns to resolutions.  In the 54 new year's just passed I have made and kept precisely one resolution.  That was to never again drink beer and tequila in the same night.  I'm pretty sure that requires no further elaboration.

I have made and not kept many, but haven't made any big deal of them.  I guess I now have the opportunity to make a few in a very public forum.  Hmmm.

So I'm sitting here at 7:30 on New Year's Eve, contemplating the year to come, and whether or not to resolve.  I could resolve to finally write a novel this year ... nah, who am I kiddin'.  I could resolve to get a blog posted by 4:45 PM every Friday of the year.  That's 52 blog posts!  I can't do that.  (Y'all can thank me next year.)  I could resolve to blog something interesting once a month.  If I managed to blog every week that would be close to 25 percent.  Not a great batting average, but way ahead of Sturgeon's Law.

Friday

Oh, well.  I didn't make any resolutions.  I thought about listing a bunch that I didn't make, but they've all slipped my mind.  Once again, I'm just trying to get this posted by my self-imposed deadline.

You may have noticed I'm using the name "Rasputin."  Several years ago, while I was acting supervisor at Big Charity, and still had hair, a guy walked into my office.  It must have been "one of those days" (which most were, and still are) because what hair I had left must have been pretty disheveled.  At least that's what I put it down to.  Anyway, this guy took one look at me and exclaimed "Rasputin!"  One of my Network Techs happened to be with him, and the nickname stuck.

And, since I'm trying to include at least one picture with each blog, here you go:

Now, I can retire in 772 days, and you kids get off my lawn!