January is fast coming to a close

...and February will soon be upon us. Time keeps marching on, relentlessly, in spite of all our efforts to slow it down.

The ink on the New Year's resolutions isn't even dry yet (I didn't make any, by the way) and this year is already 8% gone, or will be as of 12:01 a.m. on Sunday, er, Saturday night, er, take your choice.

This is now my fifth post of 2026, my 2,321st since this blog began on September 28, 2007. That's a lot of water under the bridge or over the dam or wherever it goes/went.

I'm rambling.

I'm so old I remember B.O. Plenty and his daughter Sparkle Plenty in the Dick Tracy comic strip. I remember Jubilation T. Cornpone and Mammy Yokum in the Li'l Abner comic strip. I remember Mutt and Jeff. I remember the Katzenjammer Kids.

Mrs. RWP (the lovely Ellie) and I must be regressing. We have spent many an evening recently watching old black-and-white episodes of What's My Line? and To Tell The Truth from the 1950s and 1960s. Seems like yesterday, but it was 65, 70 years ago that we watched them originally. Another sign of my advanced age.

I'm not complaining. It's good to be alive and kicking, even with all the alarming and disheartening goings-on in the news as of late. As some wag (not me) once said, "Halitosis is better than no breath at all."

T.T.F.N.