I can make this a better year.
And it'll be worth writing about.
Welcome to Year Next.
The sun's still working. I can still read. I could get some sleep (more would've been nice, but I'm reasonably awake).
There are still plenty of people who like me. There are still lots of people who I like.
I'm healthy enough to happily and easily give blood. (Giving blood is also an exact science; I don't know how long it's been that, but I'm so, so glad we know exactly how to do it.)
I've got boots for walking, and for keeping my feet warm.
I can be warm, just in general. (One reason I didn't go out last night? I wasn't in the mood to be cold. I was a wuss. But a warm wuss.)
And I think my mind still works. My mind, it might come up with stuff worth sharing.