I usually don't make New Year's resolutions, partly because I'm terrible at keeping them and partly because I figure it doesn't matter when you make the resolution as long as you stick to it.

Nevertheless, this time around, I seem to have accrued a basketful of the things.



All the time, I plan to:
     ◊  stay alive
     ◊  pay attention

Every day, I plan to:
     ◊  walk up and down the stairs, or rough equivalent
     ◊  do something useful (to me), productive, or helpful (to someone else)

Every week, I plan to:
     ◊  colour a page of Hell Underground

Every month, I plan to:
     ◊  get together with friends
     ◊  post Tilda into her bartending shift on time

In the winter, I plan to:
     ◊  not let January flatten me like it did the last two years
     ◊  give people real Christmas presents and not fail like I did this year

In the spring, I plan to:
     ◊  start going for long-ass walks again as soon as it's warm enough

In the summer, I plan to:
     ◊  go outside at least some of the time

In the fall, I plan to:
     ◊  go back to school