I learned to expect the unexpected a very long time ago. That means I plan, but I don't really plan. I have faith in people but don't really have faith in people, because just like plans and the weather and political leaders and coworkers and our waistlines and our favorite watering holes, they change.
With that acknowledged, I still entered 2022 with a standard bingo card in mind, or rather a mindless list of expectations for the year that weren't too farfetched: Billionaires would keep their money, artists from my heyday would reemerge with Christmas albums or reality shows, and longtimers in Congress would remain constant. And like every year, I was wrong, wrong, wrong.
