Today is the day of our reckoning.  The year is complete.  All the miles have been posted. There are no more chances to redeem yourself.  You’re either content or disappointed – it’s your choice.

Go ahead & bask in your glory [or not if you didn't achieve glory for yourself because you're weak; you know who you are] for tomorrow it all goes back to zero.

It’s Ground Hog Day all over again {and again and again and again . . .}.

Looks like Guero pulled it out over El Cuño (8684 to 8656 | 0.32% [32 hundreds of 1%] of El Cuño’s total miles). The Guero did some secret training while he was away at Santa Ynez.  As mentioned in a prior post, it was an undeclared but real battle with the seriousness of personal competition; never be confused about the need for superiority.

Happy New Year!  Let’s keep the pedal to the metal in 2012 and break some personal records.  Keep plugging away and live by the Rules.

It was a year of great turmoil.  One that gives deep meaning and purpose to a group who depend on and support one another.  Each of us represents a thread in the fabric of our lives; tightly woven into the cloth that gives our daily experience a texture of warmth and comfort but simultaneously keeps us scratching as if there’s a festering irritation. One without the other is an incomplete existence.  The bantering, the joking and the slaps are all really affection in disguise and provides a mirror of truth that helps us keep honest with ourselves.

Prospero Año Nuevo Animaux!