2025 sucked. In a really big way. Back surgery, rehab, can’t walk without falling…it’s bad.
My son visited me in rehab every two weeks. My dad came up from Florida to visit. I made a few friends (some I didn’t want) in rehab. I found out what nursing homes are like, and that I don’t want to go there.

My writing suffered. I wrote a lot in my journal, but did nothing on my work in progress, Blood Relations (a memoir about dialysis). I did a lot of work for my publisher, mostly editing, slush reading, and other project management. I played a little of City of Heroes/Villains (CoX) but always solo. This from September until now.

Mental health is spotty. Some days I’m ready to fight, and other days, I binge drink (water or Ice drinks) or binge eat because I feel why bother. One thing last year is I found out how it is to lose a lot of weight, but it was too much. I felt all my bones. The weight I’m at right now is perfect (though not at dialysis–they want me back to what I was when I was in rehab).

What are my goals in 2026? Manage money better. Stay out of rehab! Get a haircut. Utilize Uber/Lyft/non-emergency transportation companies more effectively. And write a little every day, 200 words or so, even if they’re just worthless throw-away prompts. Journal in the morning a la “Artist’s Way”. Communicate more clearly. Sleep more at night.

Here’s to a better year.