2020 - The End

It's New Year's Eve, and even though I want to be optimistic about 2021, all I have to do is look at the first three weeks - Trump trying to hold on to power, rioting in the streets over his defeat, the worst part of the COVID pandemic yet to come . . ..  I'm not ready to say that 2021 will even be a marginally better year than 2020.

I'm still pissed off at how, having recovered from an appendectomy at the end of 2019, I was planning to make 2020 a great year (I won't repeat what I had planned for this year), and reality came along and not only bit, it slashed.  All I did was spend time at home trying to avoid getting COVID and going through nine attempts to have our refrigerator repaired.  And hoping and praying a hurricane wouldn't hit the Northeast (and one just might this coming summer).

Do I have any plans for 2021?  Yes.  All I want to do is get a COVID vaccine.

It's getting to the point where the whole century is sucking.  The year 2001 was pretty bad even before the World Trade Center was blown to kingdom come, and the media called first decade of this century the "decade from hell."  Than came the second decade of the century, with the Tea Party, Trump, COVID and thirty named tropical cyclones in one year.  Maybe I'm wrong, maybe the 203rd decade of the Christian calendar will be a better era.  And as for 2020 . . .