Is This Year Really "New?"

I didn't watch the ball drop at midnight New Year's Eve. I didn't even stay up until midnight. I did wake up at 12:02 am to discover that I'd made it to 2022.

At each year's new beginning, my goals for the year have been simple: Finish my latest Yarn Genie Mystery novel, use up my yarn stash, and stay away from consuming sugar. That's it. 

Just like last year and the year before that, I'm eating an apple fritter as I type this. I have renamed the newest Yarn Genie Mystery to "Knot Another Murder," as though that will help me write the story that I haven't touched since last year. I just started another crochet project before I finished the last three I'd started, but I have a good excuse; it's frightening cold here in Michigan, and working on an afghan is warmer than crocheting a cute little dog. And, oh! I am thinking about starting another novel before the last four are done simply because I think it would be cool to have a protagonist with the name "Spade." 

Is it Groundhog's Day yet?