Copilot and I are still learning to play nice. I had this great scene in my head but I’m a writer not an artist so the whole scale and field of depth thing is…fluid. The AI gave me a “tutorial” so I know how to describe such in a way that the nice AI “gets it.” I’ll play with it at some point. Anyway, Happy New Year! It’s 2026. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I mean…I read SciFi in the 60s where 2026 was waaay in the future and there was all sorts of stuff. Where’s my flying car? And no moon bases. Or ET invasions. Which is okay. Yeah, really. I’m good with no invastions.

No, I’m not going to get all nostaligic and look back on last year. It happened. It wasn’t my best year. It happens. I started out with expectations and goals and all sort of idess and then Life just sort of…did it’s thing. And that’s okay. No. Really. It is.

And no, I am not going to look forward to all the things that 2026 will bring because, frankly, I have no clue what will happen. I’m not going to make plans beyond having every intention of getting out of bed and doing something each day for the next 365. Wait… It’s not leap year is it? *checks my new wolf calendar* Nope. Not a leap year. So anyway. That’s my goal–out of bed and doing stuff. Writing stuff, hopefully. Usual housekeeping stuff–you know, laundry, dishes, cooking, the like. I’m going to watch softball and baseball and Stormy’s soccer games. I’m going to listen to books if they are in audio and read them if they aren’t. And I hope to write some–but nothing set in stone. Expectations. I have none. We’ll see if that works out better for me. You know, something new and different.

Anyway, the old year is past, tucked away in a corner full of memories and cobwebs; gone but not forgotten. And the new year is standing here bouncing on its toes a little, all shiny and bright like sunlight on a mirror, waiting to be all it can be like a new recruit, uniform pressed with shiny buttons and boots.

So, Day One. I’m out of bed, I’ve written words, but first I had coffee. And now it’s time for another cup. So, from me and mine to you and yours, may 2026 be all it can be.