Daily Journal 1/1/26

Mary is still in New Jersey, and I’m still fending off a cold that keeps wanting to turn into something else, even though I won’t let it. (It’s not Covid — I tested. And it’s not the flu. It’s just an asshole of a cold).

I was feeling well enough that my youngest son and I headed to author/editor/publisher Stephen Kozeniewski’s house for a New Year’s Eve party last night. It’s so strange that he and Somer Canon’s boys used to be the little kids at these gatherings, and now the little kids are the children of author like Wesley Southard and Matt Wildasin, and our little kids are now full grown adults.

One thing I learned last night is that Wes and Koz and a few other friends don’t read this daily blog, because they had no idea about the warehouse roof first springing a leak and then caving in.

But never mind all that. Kiddo and I made it home safely this morning. I just dropped him off at his mom’s. Now Im going to dose myself with some NyQuil, catch up on some rest and see if I can’t wake up with this cold sent on its way, and then spend the afternoon writing.

Happy New Year.