Punt

So as far as New Years Days go, on Wednesday, I didn't have to work, enjoyed the company of my lady-friend, went to watch a disastrous college football game with my oldest son on his fancy new TV in his fancy less-new apartment and I went for a brief hike (I typically avoid such things, but see, there was this girl...) and saw a flowing river at sea level in Southern California. Picture not included because I for some reason brought my wallet instead of my phone on this hike. I was ready if we stumbled upon some bush vendors, but alas, they remain mythical. But you know, I never thought I'd see the crazy river thing, so we will keep our optimism in place.

Day 2, well, slightly different story. Around 12:35 this AM I woke up with the grippers and a creeping ague. Since I'm still working from home while trying to build up my leave hours at my new-ish job, I showed up (down the hall in my spare room office) and powered through, but I am now befevered, uncomfortable and exhausted.

This post then is going to be blessedly short as I have unchangeable plans to daintily sip ginger ale and fall asleep watching TV on the recliner, like the world's least successful alcoholic.

I had plans to lay out some ambitions for the year, but that will have to wait. I don't want to leave you hanging though, but the gist of it was: if in your life you get the chance to try, you should be Bootsy Collins.

For the moment I will have to settle for being one of those rose-beige Vampire Weekend kids until this Canada Dry puts my mojo back in place.

Stay safe out there. New year, new you, but viruses are out there thinking the same exact thing.