And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne

Happy 2026! I hope ya a great year to you and yours, from me and mine.

We didn’t make it to midnight. In fact, we were probably unconscious long before midnight. We tried, but Crystal, like Icarus, flew too close to the sun, and was ready for bed. To tell the truth, so was I mostly. So we packed up our shit, and climbed into bed.

We slept for the remainder of the year.

And now, sleeping in for me is until 7:30 at the latest. That’s it. By the time 7 – 7:30 comes around, Podrick is hungry, and lonely. So he continues to walk across us, until I mumble,

Wha Tim is ittt?

And then, I roll out of bed, much to the happiness of a little orange ball of energy.

Happy 2026 everyone. Maybe this is the year. You know for something really good will happen down in the states.

Can we manifest that?