Last Day

Well, it's the last day of 2024, and it's kind of funny to me to look back and think it was 25 years ago that folks were freaking out over the Y2K bug.  People were stockpiling food, and buying generators, and hoarding gas, and I'm just over here like, "Calm down folks!  The electric company isn't just going to say 'Oh, well' and shut down.  This is how they make their living.  They'll figure out how to keep the lights on.  Same with the stores.  They aren't making money with empty shelves.  They'll figure out how to keep them stocked."  And sure enough, they did.  A few little blips, but nothing really major happened when the calendar turned to the year 2000.  

I did buy an extra bag of rice, and some beans, but that was the extent of my panic prep.  To me, the whole thing wasn't much different from being prepared for a hurricane -- which even a cat 1 causes more disruption than that whole Y2K did. 

On a similar note, I went back to last year to try to see what goals I'd set for 2024, and there really weren't any, other than finish my Alfred's book, which I already blogged about, and keep scrolling past the stupidity on Facebook.  That one takes some effort, but I've managed to do it-- for the most part.  I mean, I did start my Meme Debunkeration segment on the blog, but other than that...

I guess my goals for the new year will be the same:  keep scrolling, finish the Alfred's book, and start getting this house fixed up.  That's going to be the difficult one, because it requires two things I don't have -- money, and the ability to make phone calls.  Oh, and to keep up my walking and keep my blood sugars under control.  

By the way, I went walking this morning, but only made one lap of the Lake Circle because that wind like to have blown me away.  It had a bite to it, too.  So much so, I came home and hauled a load of firewood up to the house, then cleaned the ash out of my wood burner in anticipation of the cold that is to come.  I went out a few minutes ago to fill the bird feeders, and it already feels colder, but the real cold isn't expected to arrive until Thursday morning.  Just in time for us to go back to work.

And now I'm depressed.   

Because I have to go back to work day after tomorrow.  I don't want to.  Nobody wants to work at that place.  Which reminds me, I drove past the plant on the way to and from the lake, but I didn't see any broken or boarded up windows.  Either they got them fixed really fast, or I was looking in the wrong place.  Or the whole thing could just be a rumor, but the security guard was sitting out in the front parking lot, so there was that.  

In knitting news,  I got this far in my new hat when I decided I probably ought to finish the one I had already been working on, so I picked it back up.

I'm almost to the crown decreases, so I ought to get it finished while watching football tomorrow.  And I brought in my storage boxes, so I'll probably start taking my Christmas stuff down tomorrow, too. 

I think right now, I'm going to go get me a slice of that DiGiorno pizza.  

Laters