In (I believe it was) the January 6 issue of Time Magazine, there was a little sidebar. I found the magazine cleaning out some stuff not that long ago, and I don't even remember the magazine date for sure anymore. The short news item talked about a mystery illness outbreak in Wuhan, China.
A little sidebar. A couple or three paragraphs. I wish I could find it.
Welcome to 2020. Now, it's time to ring it out.
Could anyone have even imagined this Saturday Night Live skit? Or understood any of it?
I'm not sure any of us want a recap of 2020. So many painful moments. I wish I had something profound or healing to say. So much suffering. But, for me, it's time to look on the somewhat bright side.
What else did 2020 bring?
I took lots of walks with my spouse. At least I had company.
And I watched a lot of squirrels.
Now, we have less than 24 hours left to go in this most unusual year in our lifetimes.
All will be quiet this New Year's Eve. Even in my native New York City.
The New York City ball drop? It will take place - with 100 people watching in person.
Think of when we could get together and sing. My wish for next New Years Eve - celebrating Hogmanay in Scotland. Wouldn't it be grand?
But in some ways, I like this New Year's Eve. Quiet. I'm an introvert. I'll be happy staying home and watching a movie. I thank all those who sacrificed so I could do this - the health care workers like my cousin, the first responders like another cousin's husband, the food workers, the other essential workers like at least two more cousins, and so many more.
Happy New Year, my friends and readers. Here's to a better 2021.