Time

Can it really be true that this year is almost over? Surely the calendar must be wrong! It can't be December 29 already. 

But, yes, one must admit, sadly, that it is. Another year almost gone and what have I accomplished? Very little, it would seem.

To be honest, 2025 has been full of challenges for me. The challenges have been primarily related to my health, beginning with a fall in January that resulted in injuries that put me in the hospital for a few days and is still requiring regular follow-ups by a home health nurse, something which I hope to dispense with very soon.   

So, all things considered, 2025 has not exactly been a stellar year for me and I am hoping for better things out of the coming year.

I remember my mother remarking on the fact that the years get shorter as you get older. That didn't make any sense to me at the time, but now I understand all too well what she meant.  

All of which brings to mind the lyrics of the old Jim Croce song from long ago,"Time in a Bottle." If I could save time in a bottle, how would I choose to spend it? Well, at least some of it would be spent right here, composing these posts for you, for I do look forward to the time we spend together, especially when  you respond. I plan to keep doing this in 2026 and I hope you will keep responding. 

Happy New Year!      

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  1. thecuecardDecember 29, 2025 at 4:38 PM

    I'm sorry 2025 wasn't a good year for you --- me either! It was tough - not only news-wise but family-wise too and health. But I'm so glad to hear you will be posting in 2026 & keeping on with the blog. That's wonderful. I'm really thinking it will be a better year ... let's think positive. And I hope you heal fully. Keep reading when possible.

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