Weekend Reads v. 3.1.2025
Try not to break anything.
Ah, the promise that comes with a blank calendar. Fresh starts and corrections and achievement are all possible when each square of the month is blank. Mistakes haven’t happened and laziness hasn’t won you over. Such was 2025 until it wasn’t.
My plan all along was to tip toe out of 2024 and into 2025, hoping to arrive in the New Year surrounded by a profound sense of dullness. I very much wanted a dull year after so many years of bumps in the road. A respiratory virus arrived in that hazy set of days between Christmas and New Years, and I was all set for my quiet introduction to a new year, what with my forced rest (see also: absolutely conking out for hours at a time due to extreme exhaustion).
And then, well, 2025 revealed itself to be one of two equally troubling things. 2025 is either one last tantrum of 2024, or it is yet another year that just isn’t getting our message, and that message is the entire world just wants to hit snooze, please and thank you …
