Fewer than 2500 minutes to recap all 525,600 of them....

...and I've still got to get over to the office to prepay the Rent.

There's still some present to get to before the past. From my first sight yesterday morning, the seventh day, when God said, Right, that's quite enough of this shite-



-to later in the day, checking in to see that our solar panels were back to producing energy for us despite having had several feet dumped atop them the previous week-



So much for all the comment trolls the past week with the hahaha libs, what's that "renewable energy" doin' for ya NOW! posts.

Yesterday was the closest to a normal day we’ve had since the solstice. I was at work, with my working computer at my actual desk, for the longest in a week. Not all that much work to do, though, given that the courts are largely shut down for the holidays anyway, the mail that did come was thin, and a lot of people still aren’t getting back into things. The Wegmans run was a normal variety, and Pepper and I got out on our first proper walk, as I’m doing as I dictate this, so forgive any slips by Siri.

When I’m left with is to cram into two days the 363 previous ones, which were right full, considering. I think I will use today for the broadest of the reviews, and then take tomorrow to go through the year of actual posts here, recall a few important moments, and add the pictures and commentary to go with them.

So yeah, 2022. Eleanor’s first full year of retirement. An unusual year for us in that we had no comings or goings among the four-footed brigade (except for two stressful weeks in April where one of them went missing). We improved the house, most significantly with the new windows we’ve been needing almost since we got here, which were immense help when the winds were at their worst last week. We've both been eating better, probably Eleanor more than me, but still it is showing on the scales and on my ability to get relatively large amounts of snow out of my way when I’ve needed to. And with less than 2,500 minutes to go, I am confident I will end the calendar year without a single drop of alcohol passing over my lips, with Eleanor being almost as diligent about it except on maybe three absolute worst days of physical pain.

There still was very little travel, even between my two offices compared to previous years, and only really two adventures that kept me out of the house past Cinderella time. One was in May, the famed weekend in Jamestown which still remains one of the best concert experiences of my life. The other was over the summer to see the Mets  in person for the first time in almost 3 years. I picked up one of the three broadcaster Bobbleheads at that event and through the kindness of a friend was able to secure the other two without it costing me an arm, a leg or a balding head. The team itself did reasonably well, with greater things in their future, and the two local ones continue to inspire as they play on even during the worst of weather circumstances.

Musically, there were Maniacs and Maria, a new queen of soul to Ponder, and endless streams of new ones to discover.  In the theayeter, I Came from Away and loved As You Like It. We started Succession and watched The Outlaws go out. And saw Marcel the Shell With Shoes On!!!

DEATH came round a few times, but not too close to our hearts. (Dangerously close to our home, though, as one of the lost in this blizzard was apparently a woman close to my age with her 30-something son charged with her murder.) My car is paid off, our parent loans remain on pause, and I'm a year closer to Medicare while still having a few shekels in the Health Savings Account until then.

I flirted with ending this effort, as many others did during the year, although the Twitterplosion seems to be bringing some back. Yet I couldn't resist, and if you've enjoyed anything in 2022, keep reading in the year ahead. As for the n00bs, if any....