Well folks, the New Year is here. I'm at my desk at 5:00 am, too sick to stand in front of a machine for 10 hours (don't worry, it ain't 'Rona...I don't think...) but too uncomfortable to go back to sleep, pondering as I listen to Mandy's cat lick itself. I like mornings because they're quiet, even the surprisingly heavy traffic on our corner is somewhat dampened; winter mornings, chill and snow-softened, have a special melancholy to them, where I'm alone with my thoughts in a very small, cozy way. The perfect time to reflect on the challenges and triumphs at the turning of the year. The Holidays (should be capitalized: THE HOLIDAYS) are finally over; we heave a collective sigh of relief. The midwinter hubbub, always bizarre, took on a new surreal quality in 2020. PSAs about staying home and staying safe are followed by barrages of holiday commercials, COME TO OUR STORE! BUY BUY BUY!!! But stay home, keep your mask on, don't gather in large groups B
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