January 2016 Bookends

I started January the way I do most years, all motivated and awestruck by the fact I have a brand new year to fill with all the stuff I’ve been meaning to fill the previous year (or two, or three, or…) with. Here I am on the precipice of February, and I’ve added two measly thoughts to the universe.

Mostly, I had a month bereft of anything blog-worthy. And the past ten days or so, I’ve been convalescing, meaning I got to do nothing that involved bending, stretching, lifting anything over 10 pounds, and generally avoiding anything resembling movement. While that’s been great for my reading goal, it didn’t go much towards making this year more adventurous.

An entry on the first of the month. An entry on the last. Hey, it’s progress, right?