I normally don't pay a lot of attention to the Chinese calendar. But I noticed my life went unpleasant last year, and it all started around February. and has just been having all the hallmarks of the Monkey. And so it is that this year, I care.
I can't entirely complain about the Monkey. He hasn't been completely bad to me. In fact, there is a lot of stuff that has happened that has been very, very good. I managed to accomplish most of my goals for the year. I got a wonderful new abode which is more than I could possibly have hoped for in the current market conditions of insane bidding for fixer-uppers. While I do (currently) still have the job I wanted to be rid of a year ago, it is passing. And in staying as long as I have I have managed to put my bank accounts back into fairly good shape. But everything has been done in a very monkey-ish fashion. Things look good -- and then everything takes a right turn, almost like some little trickster monkey is just sitting there waiting for me to get comfortable before pulling the rug out from under me. He'd put the rug back eventually -- but not until after he had his little laugh. Obnoxious, dung-flinging monster. You've been good to me, but I can't say that I've really enjoyed the trip, and I certainly won't be sorry to see you go!
And so tonight I will toast in the Rooster. I was born in the hour of the Rooster in the year of the Rooster, so this is totally my year. And it's about freakin' time.