When thinking about twenty twelve, this New Year’s Eve I happened to say out loud this is going to be the hardest year ever. At the time I was being contrary for the sake of my sanity. There was a wash of good news and best year ever from people all day long and I had all I could stand. Little did I know how close to the mark I was.

Twenty twelve is shaping up to be the year I do my damnedest to try and get right with the world. I have been floating for long enough it’s time to start swimming for shore. To play off the previous metaphor a bit longer I really had no idea how far away from the shore I had drifted and twenty twelve may indeed be the hardest year of my life. Cheers!