I said I would write this blog in the new year then promptly forgot and didn’t.
Maybe that means I shouldn’t even attempt it. 
I don’t think that’s what it means. 
It maybe means that the things I do at night are too distracting, if they make me forget things.
Then again maybe they’re designed to make me forget things. 

For the past -several- years I have been thinking about the next thing. A few of these things sailed by and passed, some of them even bumped into me, the bastards. 

Now that I’ve decided that the next thing is hanging out with other peoples children as well as my own, I feel something like calm. 

Previously my nights were spent in guilt. 
I should be hustling
putting out applications
starting businesses
figuring out whatever in the hell the next thing is.

now that I think I know I can enjoy youtube a lot more. 
Also whiskey. 
And neither of those things do a good job of reminding me to write this blog. 
sorry.