Dear winter revellers,
Regretfully, having already postponed December’s letter from the first Sunday of the month to the last Sunday of the year (which is today), I now have to concede that my plan is not going to plan. Because who can sing with a hand-me-down kids’ virus?! Merry Christmas! Never mind. I owe you a song. Maybe a duet. Maybe even next Sunday for the first letter of next year? Maybe. No promises. I can’t keep them like I used to. Never work with children or animals. And don’t let them borrow your phone…
To lengthen the list of promises I may or may not keep, here are some New Year’s resolutions for 2026:
Don’t make promises.
Don’t get sick.
Don’t read the news more than 3 times a day.
Cook more soup. Buy a ladle.
Throw at least 3 parties.
Read all the books in the pile.
Write one book for someone else’s future pile.
Write 1-10 good songs. Tie them with a bow.
Defrost the freezer.
Say cheesy things “be grateful for every single day” and believe them.
Also for 2026, currently accepting recommendations for:
Movies/TV Shows (low peril content)
Small house plants (low maintenance)
Excellent, luxurious, expensive, high-end sofa beds (low cost)
Duet cover songs (lower expectations for this being ready for next week)
A Very Happy New Year To You All! See you on the other side,
Lail x




How about Ripple or Attics of My Life by Hunter/Garcia. Happy new year.
I hope you feel better ASAP!