I’ve never really been one for making New Year’s resolutions. Mostly, I suppose, because I know I won’t follow through with them. Sure, I should lose weight, read more non-fiction, go to church, stop smoking crack, all the usual stuff – but these matters weigh no more heavily on me on Dec. 31 than they do every other day of the year.

That said, perhaps the reason I have no follow-through is that I tend to make these vague lists solely in my head. If there’s no permanent record, I can edit and delete that mental list willy-nilly and no one will be the wiser.

Not so, if I bothered to put those resolutions in print, I would imagine. But since I doubt highly you care that Jeff Genung vows to be better about washing his car or drinking less vodka, I thought instead I’d use this space to commit to some New Year’s resolutions for the good ol’ Evening Sun.