I resolve to:
- keep on chewin'.
- not gain any more weight. (I don't want to look like Uncle Ren.)
- sun myself whenever I see sun for sunning in.
- actually catch The Boy when I chase him around the living room, just once, to prove I can.
- be tolerant of human toddlers.
- remember that "crate" means the black wiry thing, not the spot where said thing used to be.
- create opportunities for love. (As if my very existence doesn't do that already.)
The Typist's big resolution is to "Live the Question." Whatever that means.
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