Closing out 2022. Fuck. It was a bear of a year. No doubt. I saw a few folks out on the hustings yesterday, folks I haven't seen in quite awhile. They all looked a bit rumpled, ragged, beat. I am sure I looked the same to them. Is it possible 2022 aged us, you know, more than just one year, maybe like a bleak series of years?
Maybe.
The last few years have been a bit of an ordeal for all of us. Typing now, there is a flash of victory: Survived. Maybe that's enough. Still conscious. Still walking around. Still dreaming. There is possibility in that.