Here it is January 2, 2026 and I don't think it seems like it is drastically different than 2025. In fact, all of the problems that arose at the end of 2025 are getting ready to bubble up when everyone is back to work on Monday. The party is over.
Not that there was much of a party. Seattle had it's big part at Seattle Center but the Space Needle, where the fireworks are fired from, was shrouded in deep fog. And the usual tipsy television hosts from King 5 were replaced by younger but extremely manic hosts who seemed to be talking way too fast and laughing crazily to just be excited (if you catch my drift).
My wife and I did toast with a glass of champagne at midnight, but my drinking to excess days on New Years Eve are long past. I'm happy just to go to bed and listen to music and rain music from my Calm app and drift sweetly asleep.
Regardless, 2026 is starting out just like most of my years.
But I am resolved to stay positive.
Except when I'm not.
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