All I want for Christmas, belatedly....
...is for this year to bloody end.
I'm not a hugely prolific poster, but regardless, when 50% of my posts for the year start with R.I.P., it's really, really, really time for the year to end.
I'm not going to debate with myself which was worse, Donald Trump or The Year 2020. Both were awful and both will have long-term negative effects. I wish I could think that 2021 will be rainbow-pooping unicorns, but it's almost certainly going to contain more COVID variants; my University firing me (and a third of my fellow academics); natural disasters such as bushfires, hurricanes, volcanoes; man-made terrorist attacks; and, heck, perhaps a new pandemic. Yet, 2020 is a milestone that I desperately need to get past, if only to help me mourn the friends and family I lost this year. I don't want to forget them, but I don't want their memory -- and even the memory of their deaths and funerals -- to be tainted by the dual disasters that have been COVID and Trump.
Just a few more days.
I wish....
I wish I were as clever as my father.
I wish I were as kind as Annie.
I wish I were as talented as Debra.
I wish 2020's disasters could be reversed, so that they were still part of my life.
I'm not a hugely prolific poster, but regardless, when 50% of my posts for the year start with R.I.P., it's really, really, really time for the year to end.
I'm not going to debate with myself which was worse, Donald Trump or The Year 2020. Both were awful and both will have long-term negative effects. I wish I could think that 2021 will be rainbow-pooping unicorns, but it's almost certainly going to contain more COVID variants; my University firing me (and a third of my fellow academics); natural disasters such as bushfires, hurricanes, volcanoes; man-made terrorist attacks; and, heck, perhaps a new pandemic. Yet, 2020 is a milestone that I desperately need to get past, if only to help me mourn the friends and family I lost this year. I don't want to forget them, but I don't want their memory -- and even the memory of their deaths and funerals -- to be tainted by the dual disasters that have been COVID and Trump.
Just a few more days.
I wish....
I wish I were as clever as my father.
I wish I were as kind as Annie.
I wish I were as talented as Debra.
I wish 2020's disasters could be reversed, so that they were still part of my life.