No rhapsodic prose for this year’s resolution post. I’m embroiled in a renovation project, covered in paint and not feeling particularly poetic.
I have two resolutions for the coming year. One is straightforward — get some sort of garden started — and the other is so complicated that it’s a secret.
Hopefully unrelated anecdote: the last time we picked up Chinese food, my fortune cookie had no fortune. Everyone else got a fortune; I got an empty cookie. I am choosing not to take that as some sort of omen.
Happy 2025 to all, and may this troubled world find some measure of peace in the coming year.
An Invincible Summer 