It’s a wonder I’m writing this column. First I had to lift my hands. Then I had to will my fingers to move across the keyboard. Like the rest of us, I have been suffering through the blahs of January 2022, possibly the blah-est of all Januarys ever. Fraught with the usual post-Christmas, post-resolution letdown, to this year’s notoriously SAD month, we add the terror and confusion of yet another COVID-19 surge, along with a lingering Arctic blast that has seen much of the country scurrying to the back of the cave for shelter. Into the mix, in my case, add a bout of painful sciatica, and I have…