Whelp, to say that my plans for 2020 didn’t work out is a bit of a non-statement today. While I’d like to blame it on the Year of the Pandemic, the truth is that my plans rarely work out — even in normal years. Because of this, I decided to scale things back for 2020:

• Sit in the tub more often
• Play bass guitar for at least one minute a day, four days a week
• Select one day this year to consume nothing but cookies and port wine
• Stretch goal: while wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigar, walk away from an explosion in slow motion

And I still managed to hit zero percent.

Last January I also wrote this:

I’m going to break my four-year tradition of posting (only) on Fridays. It’s an artificial schedule and, frankly, I’m having trouble sticking to it. I’ll post when I have something worth posting, and not just filler. That could end up being more than once a week. It could also be every other month. I’m honestly not sure at this point.

I never thought at the time that I’d vanish completely. And while I’d like to blame it on the Year of the Pandemic, the truth is I really can’t figure out what the purpose of this blog was. When I left Back to the Fridge behind nearly five years ago, I wanted to get away from being the “diet guy” and shift more to writing about my various creative endeavors. And while I’d continued to dabble over that five years, none of it has been really worth writing about.

As I’ve noted in the past, I frequently think back to Curly from City Slickers and how his big secret is Just One Thing. Well, I don’t have one thing. I have many, many things. Which, ironically, adds up to Zero Things.

Anyway, this post is mainly to check in. No plans or brilliant revelations. Just that I’m still here and to let everyone know I didn’t forget my blog password.

Full disclosure: I forgot my blog password. But fortunately I have software to pick up where my brain leaves off.

Happy New Year!