Word. To the wise.

New Year's resolutions are for the kind of people who aren't constantly re-evaluating their stance in life to sit down and maybe try their hand at it. I don't think that shit applies to me. I spend too much time already thinking about how things have changed/are changing all the time. It's hard for any New Year's Day resolutions to contain any significance that any other day doesn't have. My advice is skip the resolutions and keep to the routine you've already got going. No sense piling any pressure on an already pregnant day. Plus it's hard to be resolved about anything when you're nursing a hangover.

I've had lots of musings lately that almost made it to the blog. Then I realized that they were all public transit-related. And this isn't a blog about that. So the question is: do I write inane ramblings about nothing of consequence simply for the sake of writing, or do I wait until I have something to say. I think the dates of my previous posts speak for themselves on the issue.
I realized just now that I have a few dear friends who don't know what's happened in my life lately. Too many changes, too big, happening too fast to fill everybody in. I made some reference to my heart being broken the other day. "Wait a minute, your heart was broken?" Well, yeah... I thought you knew. Wasn't it obvious?
No, I guess it wasn't.
Well, here come the holidays, the family, the travel, the more things to do at work, the end of the recording project, which should give me enough food for thought on which to chew (excuse my prepositions and my suppositions and my bad metaphor) that I eke something interesting/blog-worthy out of it. In the meantime, a healthy dollop of Holiday cheer your way. But if you ever call that Christmas tree a Holiday tree, I'm a gonna whup your ass.