It has been a very rough year for me, and very possibly for you too. For many if not most of us, 2025 sucked even harder than 2024. But we survived it.
After a long and turbulent — hellish, in fact — few months, I am safely settled (well, mostly settled) in a lovely part of Texas, no longer at the Edge of Nowhere but now in the Middle of Somewhere. I am no longer a country mouse; as I noted in my previous post, I have come in from the wild after nearly 18 years, which has been a little strange, but not as unsettling as I had feared.
One factor making the transition easier is that, to my delight, the manicured and hyper-regulated neighborhood in which I now live is also home to wandering wild deer, some of whom bed down in my yard at night. They wander through the well-tended yards and streets like they own the place.
I’ll miss the raccoons and opossums at the old location, but at least I’ve got the deer.
I will have more to write about all of this — not to mention about my normal blog topics — as soon as I finally get my computers and Internet set up, which for several reasons is taking much longer than it should ever have taken.
For now, I wish all of you a safe and happy new year, even if it does seem like we’re living in hell at the moment. Things will get better — I am more certain of that now than ever — but it’s going to take a lot of effort from all of us.
I’m going to see the new year in with a glass of cold crisp shampagne, my NA libation of choice being Sutter Fre Sparkling Brut. And I will be surrounded by my fur babies, trying not to think too much about how profoundly I miss Ron. I’ll drink a toast to him, and to the lovely but fleeting time we had together.
Thank you as always for visiting my Whirled.
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