Because of Monday, 2016 begins today. Resolutions will naturally include a couple of random statements about general attitude toward the short days, shaving more regularly, the importance of physical exercise, the centrality of our hero's role in The Vestry at Monnow to the future of Western Civilization and ultimately the thing about resolutions is their futile and self serving nature.
I mean who really cares if in the second half hour of the day your correspondent
rouses himself from what's loosely referred to as "His Chair" ventures forth
into the frigid front porch air where he engages in a number romantic and poorly
coordinated Tai Chi gestures in order to determine whether his heart is still
capable of pumping blood. The Little Boy Buck with his two spike antlers takes
absolutely no notice so why should anyone else.