According to the calender, 2020 ends in three more days.
For me, it ended back in March.
I was put on standby at work for a month, I put myself into quarantine- and there was no cheating or playing around. I didn’t go shopping, I didn’t visit my friends or family.
It would be foolish to assume that those relationships have not withered on the vine.
I haven’t been to a museum or to the symphony or out to listen to music in almost a year because when the word got around in February that Covid-19 was nothing to fool with I actually stopped going to large gatherings back then.
My year ended in March of 2020.
I’m waiting for the clock to start ticking again, for the dates on the calender to makes some sort of sense.