One of the October Traditions in these pages is "Hibernation," another is "New Years Resolutions." Regular readers will know where your correspondent lies with respect to the Angelic Host. I have an angel, he is without wings, he is short sighted and wears a hearing aid, he lives in the barn, and sometimes he mislays useful things, such as hammers, and blames their absence upon a gnome or some sort of pixie that lives in nearby woodland. And it's to this wingless representative of the Great Oneness that your correspondent makes his New Year Resolutions.
If I recall last year at this time, I was struggling a little with a number of
constraints one of which was a red blotchy itchiness, or Rampaging Hives
Following an Attempt to Give Up Smoking, combined with the tremendous
responsibility of acquiring a new pair of boots. And around this time last year
I committed to a renewal of mental attitude that would assume the very best of
Winter Time. I informed my angel that I was the exemplar of "Positive Thinking,"
that I was very much in tune with "Next to Godliness." And one of the nice
things about having a short sighted angel who wears a hearing aid, is that a
person can get away with saying just about anything. Call me "Presidential
Material" if you have to.