Year of the Ox

I should say something about the Chinese New Year, especially since today begins the year of the Ox, which makes it my year.

But I don't have anything grandiose to say. Life is sailing along, one day after another just like it would be at any other time. I'm alive, I'm awake, and I'm hopeful that this year, my year, I'll accomplish lots of things. I want to finally clear out the old, which starts with the storeroom I've begun to excavate. I want to finally finish a novel (any novel, just one!). I want to say the things I need to say, do the things I was put here to do, and generally just keep on living as well as I've been living.

The winds of change are blowing through the nation as well as my life, and I hope to make the most of whatever's coming.