January 1. An arbitrary day for new beginnings.
An arbitrary beginning is better than no new beginning at all. So and thusly, I am beginning a New Thing. What kind of thing, you ask? Good question, but not one easily answered yet, as it is a newly formed Thing, still soft around the edges, tender in the middle and not hardened into any mature form. These traits make it A Thing easier to define by exclusion than description.
It won't be a real diary. It won't be an honest bragging platform for personal accomplishments. It will be closest to a miscellany in the classic sense, containing information learned, events observed and stories related to me by others along with personal thoughts and philosophical ruminations, but even there, it won't be limited to the mundane, the real or the factual.
No promises on what will appear beyond an assurance that I will keep mentions of grocery needs to a minimum -- unless they're interesting groceries like Snark Crispies or freshly-ground verrucicles. I might post every day, but probably not. Once a week, certainly. Except when that doesn't happen.
Yes, it's truly going to be A Thing. Sounds thrilling, eh? I thought so. Wait until I spend a whole post rambling on about my definition of antiquity or improper uses of the word squeegee. You'll hardly be able to contain your appreciation.
today's randomness: took 10,023 steps, watched 3 discs of Babylon 5. Average temperature outside: 15 degrees. Inside: toasty warm, with a splash of hot bathwater. The moon is waning, the Quadantid meteor shower is falling. I ate seven ginger cookies and licked the centers out of four chocolate truffles.