End of year musings.

It’s that time of year when we all sit down and have a think about what this last year has been like and what the year to come promises. Last things first: I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I had any idea what next week is going to look like, much less trying to figure the entire year to come. My business– expedited freight– is on a “fireman’s schedule”. The bell rings, you go. The bell doesn’t ring, you sit and watch television. Since this business is entirely dependent on waiting for the next call– right now I sit and wait.

About this year past: I’m doing better– marginally– this year than I did this time last year. Last year I was 2,500 dollars below zero, sometimes having to ask the company to forward me gas money so I could do the run they were asking me to do. Today my account is above zero as often as not, and I can actually afford to breathe a little for the moment. I have a couple of “breakdown issues” to attend to, but nothing financially crippling just yet anyway.

Upon reflecting on my spiritual life, I can only say– thank God I didn’t get what I deserve. Neither did you, if you’re reading this, so don’t go putting on airs.  God did give me grace to make it through another year, so let us be thankful for that. He’s been with me through some tight spots, worked with me to set me straight– I seem to need a lot of that– and in general provided both physical sustenance and spiritual support through prayer and through friends in the Church.

General news: Global Warming is nowhere to be seen when you really need it, the NSA got caught spying on us, turns out their friends in Her Majesty’s Secret Service have been in on it too– I dare say the Queen will know about these words written here before you do– the place I used to keep my blog, photos and much of my forum postings– MyOpera– notified us that they will be closing shop come March 1st, and of course we have, here in Illinois, the standard political squabbling in Springfield and in the Rahmulan Empire– Chicago City Hall to those of you unfamiliar with Emperor Rahm’s Imperious demands. It is now legal for a man to marry his boyfriend, but illegal for them to discuss the details of their wedding on hand-held cell phones while driving. I could, with a little research, come up with other goofy stuff, but why??


So– see you next year. Which should happen here in the Western ‘Burbs of Chicago in about 6 hours or so.