I've felt like shit the whole live-long day which is probably an apropos way to end this crummy year. We like to think 2021 will be better, but who knows? These could be End Times. Still, as the old poem says, "hope springs eternal. . . ." And so, to all of you, I wish you a merry 2021. I'll see it in the morning.
Happy New Year.
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