The year of moss
First:
I published my annual end of year post, with nine hours to spare! (I still haven’t rebuilt my blog since getting my hard drive wiped a couple months back, which meant the feedback loop of “manually uploading it to S3, seeing what looked weird, then fixing it” was especially painful. Maybe that’ll act as a forcing function to finally get Hugo back up and running.
Second:
I’ve been writing to you every Sunday for an entire year. For those of you who have been here since the aptly titled Whoa, It’s 2017 — I hope you’ve enjoyed these little missives. They’ve been extraordinarily fun to write.
(And for those of you who subscribed with slightly misleading promises of discourses on technology and programming — thanks for sticking around. I hope you’ve found it worthwhile.)
If we’re being honest, I’m heading into 2018 with many more open questions than I was expecting. But the ability and privilege to sit down every Sunday and write about whatever I feel like writing about has been an unparalleled boon, and I can’t wait to check back in with you next week. (And the week after that. And the week after that, too.)
Happy Sunday.
I hope you remember the words to Auld Lang Syne (or just mumble through them, if you prefer.)