Goodbye and good riddance 2020

[maryryanbogard]

Yes, I know- a full year without a peep. We all know what happened. There's literally nothing I could have said or can say that won't get me bullied (which has happened already) or at best an unwelcome lecture. And I really would rather not commemorate this [awful] year (even the actual four-letter word, even with the other four-letter-plus-"ing"-word attached, would be too nice); the one that made nearly every dystopian novel look like the "Ramona Quimby" series. I want to forget this year and everything about it (with four exceptions; let's just say I hope school for them isn't recreating the "Brady Bunch" opening credits with a view of every else's decor or lack thereof, and one of those "exceptions" just happens to be my second niece).

I'm not going to say anything else about this year tonight, possibly not ever. There's still lots I want to write about, but not while it can be considered "quarantine writing". Instead, I'm going to share some words of wisdom from Matt Mercer (as Chrom from "Fire Emblem): Anything can change!