2022 has been my worst on the record on several fronts. I had COVID-19 in the first month, which did a freaky number on my heart. My unexplained weight loss from 2021 continued its run into six months of 2022 before stopping suddenly, although all test reports came back normal and doctors were stumped. Bharat Biotech sued me and many others for defamation in a Telangana court. Stress and humiliation scaled new heights. Efforts to get a grip on my depression came to naught. Two long-term relationships came to an unexpected end. The blog was infiltrated once, possibly once more. I lost access to a a decade-old email account and, for some time, to my blog’s domain. I didn’t write as much as I would have liked, leading to the fewest words published in a year since 2016 (see the customary annual numbers below). On the bright side, I have many new beginnings to which Iām looking forward. I have officially blogged a million words (point #8 here is why this matters). It has been four years since I quit The Thing. I’ll be starting at The Hindu on January 2. I’ll be in Chennai again after five years and closer to some friends I have missed very much. (I’ll be speaking Tamil on a daily basis!) My health is getting better. I have room for new relationships and habits. I’m quite looking forward to 2023, and looking forward to looking back on 2022. I hope you have a wonderful year, too. Mask up, be good, and thanks for reading. š
