My local newspaper asked me to make some predictions for 2010. Sorry, I said. My crystal ball is in the shop.
But I can shoot a few from the hip. There will be pestilence in the Middle East and muggings in Philadelphia. There will be an earthquake somewhere in the world and a snow storm tonight in America.
I will have 1,000 senior moments and remember less than a dozen. I will pitch out all my chips and cookies at 11:59 p.m. tonight, and go out and retrieve them from the trash at 4:30 p.m. tomorrow afternoon. The only thing I will leave in the garbage is my half gallon of Mexican Praline ice cream because it will be all melted into the coffee grounds.