I sit here on the last day of 2012, looking at the past 366 days. Thank God that's over.
It's been a bad year. None of my immediate family or closest circle of friends died, and no one ended up in jail, but it was horrible nonetheless. Even in December, when it looked like the year was going to go out like a lamb, I managed to torque my knee and badly pull a rib-muscle. (A visit to the doctor is on the books for Wednesday -- I avoided going to a clinic when out of town because I wanted to see my doctors.)
The last indignity occurred on December 29, when I was stopped at an exit ramp off I-75 in Alachua, Florida, on my way to Atlanta and an elderly Canadian driver slammed into the back of the rented gold Chrysler Town and Country so hard you could see the imprint of the license plate holder.
Still, it could have been much, much worse. We were all wearing seatbelts, and everybody was okay. Nobody died, nobody went to jail, not even the other driver.
I am looking forward to the next year with bated breath, hoping against hope that things will get better.
It's all I can do.
I hope the next year goes well for all of you, too.