Watched a commercial on TV. Thought the person speaking looked like me. Realized at the same time as Brian that it WAS actually me having filmed it on behalf of a local corporate partner celebrating a milestone anniversary.

Brian’s hip popped. I asked him if he had a warranty and he happily told me no.

Was forced to apologize for Brian’s Instagram that was now full of chickens after I shared a post about how infrequent chickens kill or injure people. I was helpfully trying to reassure him after hearing for the better part of eleven years about the childhood incident involving fighting chickens. An obvious backfire on my part.

Achieved old people status by having dinner at 4:30pm multiple times this week. Party people central.

Made it to 11pm on New Year’s Eve. Was woken up promptly at midnight thanks to our neighbor’s enthusiastic use of fireworks despite the ear plugs.

Found a dollar in a parking lot on New Year’s Day eliciting cheers and hope for the coming months.

Realized that not enough life happened to warrant a blog post over the holidays (unless you count copious amounts of book reading, crap food eating, and football watching) and that it would be biweekly entry type of deal.

Counted up the number of new birds seen in 2022 and tallied a whopping 30. Was promptly told by Brian that I had “better get on it” for 2023.

Listened to The Scientist lament the new, much more intense protocols around avian flu testing he must do now that they know humans can get it. It involved the wearing of a special outfit and probably other things but I checked out as a defense mechanism.