This wasn't a notably good year, here at SVR Central. My own health was, quite aside from that month-long nasty cold, a bit iffy. The health of others was worse than iffy. There was that emergency plumbing incident, as well as sundry other unscheduled expenses.
What with the distractions and not-so-good health, I didn't have much useful time for pursuing business, and both cash flow and jobs in the pipeline have gotten sparse.
Still, things are mostly improved on the medical front (for myself and the others). I still have a bit of cash in the bank*, and shouldn't have to play too many games to hold things together until work starts paying off again. There's one active job, albeit for a company that's still casting about for funding, and a couple more projects for funded clients that should be coming to life in the next month or two. There's also a bit of ongoing support work.
Resolutions? Aside from getting a haircut, losing another dozen pounds or so, and getting my blood sugar back under control? Well, there are always the negative ones (e.g., not smearing Bernie Sanders with sriracha sauce during a campaign stop in Topeka). A great big positive one? Well, I still figure on selling the house and "downsizing" to a modest-sized farm in Tennessee, but I'm not sure that belongs under resolutions, as such.
Whatever. It's 2153, I've been up since 0407, and it's bedtime. I'm sure the pipe bombs at midnight will wake me up.
* Which means I haven't attained financial Nirvana, a state in which one has no money, no debts, and no credit rating, and is, so far as the financial system is concerned, nonexistent.