So it's a new year. 2022. A bunch of twos. Evenly divisible by two (or three, actually). There will likely be some rambling in this post as I tend to do sometimes. But it comes with the territory.
Will we see changes this year? If so, let's hope that those changes will be for the better because the last two years have been cuckoopants crazy. And we're talking about a pair of big, fat, oversized cuckoopants. (Think Levi's 5001s.) This year features the new omicron variant of the COVID-19 virus. I was told that my nephew (and I think his girlfriend, but not sure about her) have contracted COVID, but don't know which of the variants he/they've picked up. The last I heard, he/they were weathering it OK. As for me, I've received my two initial shots and the booster, which is said to cover the latest variants, so I should be good to go. But you never know. I say that because a few people have contracted the virus despite being fully vaccinated.
Sometime this year, I need to return to work, get a reliable car, successfully deal with a serious issue that I won't discuss here yet, get well, lose weight, rid my face of that nasty hair and a laundry list of other things. Oh, and do my laundry...
I have so much that I can write about—so much so that my brain is about to pop. Without my tablet set up at home (I won one at the church block party last summer, but haven't set it up as of yet, which is my own fault), I have to rely on the computers at our public library. During the pandumbic, the library's hours have been reduced along with the amount of time that users can use the computers. Thankfully, it's been kind of slow here at the library, so there's never a wait to get on. There are about 35 computers to use; currently there are about five people here and it's nice and quiet.
Time will only tell what will get done and what will happen. I'm just going to take it day by day.
