Here comes yet another new year.

It’s my 68th such occurrence. That means New Year’s Day is, um, no big deal — unless you consider that I have far fewer of them ahead of me than behind me. Those of you of a certain age might think that way. I’ll just take this new year as it comes.

2018 is an election year. That makes it special, particularly in this era of Donald John Trump. He’s rewritten the political playbook. His very presence on the political scene make any thought of prediction a dicey endeavor.

I’m out of the predicting game … politically speaking, that is.

As for those New Year’s resolutions, I’m out of the resolving business, too.

I declared years ago that I wouldn’t make any resolutions. I hardly ever have kept the resolutions I’ve made. At my age — which I’ve noted already — it makes no discernible sense for me to resolve to do anything.

Sure, I’ll be a good husband; I’ll continue to do what my wife tells me to do. I’ll help my sons when they ask for it; I’ll give advice, too, but only when they ask for it. I’ll be a doting grandfather. Whatever little Emma wants, she’s likely to get — no matter what!

I won’t resolve to do those things. They’re all a given.

I do look forward to the new year, though. They always present new challenges. This year will be markedly different for my wife and me. We’re likely to relocate soon to North Texas; that will depend on the speed with which we are able to sell our Amarillo house.

I’ll just resolve to get through the New Year celebration, however, without making a single resolution.

A new year awaits. I am ready to welcome it.