Happy New Year. Excuse me for not wishing happiness for the new year more enthusiastically but I’m still miffed that there wasn’t any sort of apocalypse on the 21st. I didn’t want to simply mark the end of a Mayan era that hasn’t been relevant in hundreds of years. I wanted trumpet sounds, four horsemen, zombies, and locust. I especially wanted the zombies. I’ve watched all the Walking Dead episodes. I think I’m ready. Pretty sure. A couple of days earlier, Kurt gave me a “Back to Basics” survival book for my birthday along with a very nice pair of socks. Shush! You need good socks for an apocalypse. It’s hard to run from zombies with cold feet.