It is probable that more than any year before we have no plans, no idea what lies before us and the only new year resolution I could think of was to survive. It is quite exciting in a way, stepping into the unknown, where like the novel 1984, the world is out of our control and all we can do is to try and maintain our sanity until that control returns to us.
The new year arrived and so too did another birthday. We will have grown 2 years older during this pandemic and when you are fairly ancient anyway that is quite a lot of time lost. I have had a year to learn Spanish or write a book and yet I have done neither. Maybe I will concentrate on learning and writing once Trump has left the White House because I know I have spent an inordinate amount of time watching his antics on CNN. I tried watching Andrew Marr interview Johnson about the pandemic but after ten minutes I had no idea what he was talking about, nor could I figure out whether he was saying schools would open or close. I switched it off.
The only thing that will keep me going is by keeping my sense of humour and it is still possible to talk to those who make you laugh, while still spending time listening to those who make you cry.
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