It took a comment from a lovely person I met briefly seven years ago to remind me that I like to write for myself. That writing for myself can actually have a nice effect on another. That doing something positive, doing anything positive, matters.
So… what did I miss? The past couple of years have flown by. And then came to a standstill in 2020.
200,000 people have lost their lives due to the incompetence and cruelty of an administration run by a sociopath.
There’s an election in a few weeks.
My kids are healthy, my spouse, my extended family. I can complain about nothing.
All I can do is try to help. So, I’m gonna.