I always think that I am going to get more accomplished than I actually do.   Close friends are always telling me that I don’t sit still very well and that I get an incredible amount of things accomplished, but that is only because they haven’t seen the full extent of my mental to-do list.

I jokingly refer to my main list as a “Honey-do” list, but as Heather has rightly pointed out in the past, much of what is on my list wasn’t put there by my Honey.   I’ve posted one of my lists here in the past to give you some idea of all the things going on in my life, but in truth, that is just the short, public list.  The actual list is longer.  Much, much longer.  Yet, I don’t seem to get half of what is on the list accomplished and I have so many projects and due-outs that at times I fear I will never complete them all.

I did make resolutions this year.   I resolve that I will write more.  I say that every year and do in fact tend to write more than I did the year before.   It takes three or four existential posts before I actually say anything worth writing, so the more I write, the better chance that there will be something here that someone wants to read.  You may have noticed.

I resolve that I will get in shape.   I say that every year and if you want to get technical I am always in some shape by the end of the year.   I would prefer if there were a bit less of my shape by the end of this year however, since the doctor tells me I am nearly obese.  (No really, my first visit to a civilian doctor and I learn that although I was wearing the same Mess Dress uniform as a Colonel that I wore as  Lieutenant, I am somehow overweight.  More on that later if someone reminds me.

I resolve to be a better person.   There’s another long list of projects I may never finish.  Perhaps a name-tag that says “work in progress?”

I resolve to come to resolution on the basement before my wife really does chain me down there.

I resolve to end this list of resolutions.