Happy New Year. It’s January, 2025, the beginning of the second quarter of the 21st century and the end of all your resolutions as you slowly sink back into a pear-shaped blob careening into oblivion like George Clooney in “Gravity” but without the paycheck.
So after you’ve canceled that gym membership and put all your new workout gear on eBay, let’s gather together around the crystal ball of the imagination while I pretend to gaze into the future so I can make ridiculous predictions that I hope you’ll forget by the time I get around to claiming I was right about everything.
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