I didn’t go back and read what I wrote at the end of Our Year of the Collective Dumpster Fire 2020, because it didn’t really matter. Just like it doesn’t really matter what I write about Our Year of Dystopian Hellscape 2021, because you all lived it too.

So let’s get straight into the Year End Accounting of Shit I Did This Year Even Though I Feel Like It Should Still Be April… (seriously–where 2020 was a year of Endless March, 2021 was warp speed and straight on til morning.)

My goals we...