F*ck.

So, way back in the day in January, I wrote some stuff about how 2022 wasn’t going to be a crap year like 2020, or 2021.

Well, apparently, I lied.

Anyway, I come not to bury Billy, but to figure out how to save Billy.

Actually, I don’t even really need to figure out how to save Billy – we already know that. Consistency is all I ask. Mediocrity is all I plead. I need to eat less crap and move more.

So, I moved today. Weather was glorious, played hooky from a meeting.

More tomorrow.