I usually write a Welcome to the New Year post filled with things I'd like to do and make, maybe some specially chosen words to guide me, a photo or two of white winter scenes or a cozy jack by the fire.
As we head into the second week of January 2022 I'm even less inclined to welcome this fresh, new year.
Currently I'm lying flat on my back as my SI joint gives me grief. Again.
Tom is in town picking up a solenoid or adaptor or thingamajig to try and fix our heating system which went on the fritz just before we head into our first major deep freeze. Not one plumber/electrician called him back. Assholes!
The 'Whole Family Together' holiday plans got trashed because of this latest round of The 'vid. And frankly don't see any light at the end of this pandemic tunnel.
I'm just really done with it all.
Happy fucking 2022.