Close the door on your way out. Well that’s now 10 dumpster-fire years in a row what with one thing and another. Let’s hope 2026 breaks the streak, though I suspect the Dystopian Nightmare Future promised by various sci-fi films and books have become a Dystopian Nightmare Present. Yay! At least we’re not yet at Mad Max levels of f*cked-up-ness…

In retrospect 2025 was a bit of a non-year with (thankfully) no massive lows, but no real highlights either; two unsatisfying jobs followed by three months of sick leave, read 7 books, attended 2 gigs, took less than a dozen trips to the movies, and the only break a road trip to Hamilton.

We finished it off the same way by doing feck all for New Years Eve.

I’m determined that 2026 is going to be a better year by

• Shaking off this fatigue and improving my health and fitness levels
• Sharpening the technical skills and getting back to work with renewed enthusiasm and energy
• Helping The Duchess get on top of her health issues so we can enjoy more activities together
• Get to more gigs and get off the couch more
• Booking a trip to the UK to spend some time with The Oldies (either solo or with The Duchess if she’s up to the travel)

All this might get upended by another pandemic, war or alien invasion, but like the Rebellion you’ve got to have hope otherwise the bastards have already won. Happy New Year!