Well, my resolutions are fucked. My fingernails are bloody stubs, with my skin beneath only nubby, fleshy, sometimes bloody remnants of what they should be. I've been revising an article, but it's been slow, and I haven't written on this goddamn blog since 2015 became a thing. However, the good news is that I've been trying to, and succeeding at, being a better member of my family. I'm more present at home, I'm having more fun with my kids, and things with the wife are pretty durn good.

But there are still plenty of problems.

And since I don't know exactly how to solve any of them, I thought I'd just go ahead and publish my account of the dog attack. I sent the entire story to my family a couple weeks ago. And even though it was only to that small number of people, I still had the shakes all day after I did it. These are some deep, innermost thought type of ramblings, and I don't know if I actually want to share them with the world. But...well...I still don't know. I'll check back in tomorrow to see if I actually want to put the entire account on here.