Goal One has been met, thankfully, since it was something along the lines of Get Rid of this Fucking Headache Already. Still coughing like a three-pack-a-day sixty year old, but since this is the first day in more than a week that I have not felt like absolute fucking roadkill, I'm marking that one done.
Goal Two probably involves not freaking out about stuff that will not be helped one bit by said freakout.
Goal Three: destroy the family and America, naturally.
Goal Four, if there's time after that: regain cardio fitness and upper-body strength without re-trashing the knees and elbow, all three of which spent 2011 in a state of major malfunction.
In other words, the usual. Oh, and to write every day. Is that five? I'm counting five. Best hop to it, then.