2022. What can I say? The last two months have been a struggle. Some days I feel like I am holding onto a thread.

Remember when I said I hope 2020 won’t be a fucking ratty year in the Year of the Rat because of some virus from China? Yea, that happened. Global pandemic. It's a shitty, ratty year. A lost year, or a year of being lost.

Another year, another dollar. It’s the year of the rat, and I am hoping this year will be more of the smart, intellectual kind of rat, rather than the plague kind.

Yesterday, I completed my first class on Buddhism online, that is Buddhism Through Its Scriptures via Harvard University / EDX. Today is the last day. I took some time this weekend to hunker down and write my final short essay of my interpretation of a Zen visual parable of a monkey reaching out for the full moon. It is finished.

I’m not big on new-year resolutions, but I maintain a vision board during the year… It has kept me focused and I have been pretty good at ticking off goals and milestones for the last four years or so.