It’s that time of year again. The time for reflection, introspection and after-Christmas sales. The time when everyone looks back at the previous revolution around the Sun and thinks: “Man, that sucked. But next year: that’s going to be my year.” I applaud your hope, whether real or feigned. But I will not delude myself into thinking things are looking up. My only hope is that, just like cleaning your room as a child, things have to get worse before they get better.
And so we find ourselves, on the precipice of autocracy, the world almost certain to figuratively and literally burn. But I have my workbench, and my tools, and my hands and my mind. And for this, I am grateful. So if I am needed, you can find me in the shop making something that will last.
And when the world does burn, at least the hide glue will flow better for a time. Happy New Year, everyone.
Here is a picture of my cat under a blanket.