Start with the end

 Appropriate. The final day of, arguably, the worst year of our lives.  I only lost my dad to COVID 19, but he would have died of something this year anyway.  It was his time. 

I’m still in NY.  Been here since May and probably will be here until May of June again.  It’s where I am needed, but not where I want to be anymore.  Not doing anything I want to be doing.  Some days are OK.  Some days, like yesterday, are just rough.  I don’t speak four anymore (if I ever did).  I don’t want to be entertaining the grandchild every day, day in, day out.  I don’t want my kid to be divorcing from a narcissistic abuser, but that’s where we are isn’t it?  We all just need this endless nightmare to be over.  

2020 needs to be over, and 2021 should be better (it won’t be, but it should be).