My cold hangs on by its final threads. I should be able to cut those threads by tomorrow or Saturday at the latest. Doolies and I are still heading to Buffalo tomorrow. I may have to stay away from the newest monsters and stay on the yummy ‘Quils, but Doolies and I will visit with my sister and her family and spend New Year’s Eve with loved ones.

I’m in a strange mood today. I’m not depressed (thankfully) and I took great pleasure in writing today’s entry. It felt so much longer than it turned out. I might have forgotten how to write longer pieces with this piecemeal Goal. I’ll take what little I can nowadays.

I still have a few words left. I don’t have much more to say so I’ll waste them here. In a couple more days the year will be over. The next year holds great promise. All years do. Nothing would give me more pleasure than fulfilling some of those promises.