Goodbye You F*cking Horrible Year

I cannot think of anything more appropriate to use as a title on the last day of this particular page in the calendar. Except maybe worse language, but since my kid occasionally reads the blog I will abstain. I can't remember a year when I've felt so disgusted I get nauseated just thinking about looking back to find a good memory. Well, I did the disaster that was my quilting year post.

Positives: I cooked a lot. I quilted a little. Katherine graduated college. I wrote some stories and one novel for myself. I held onto my job. I nearly failed and then won NaNoWriMo, and got my mojo back. I skipped Christmas almost entirely this year. Celebrated Edward and Katherine's birthdays. And I didn't get the virus. That's it.

I know next year won't be perfect for all the reasons I wrote the other day and don't want to revisit, but ANYTHING will be better than this year. I am back in my ivory writing tower now, and it's lovely in here. I have my friends to talk to, and the family down in Casa Valerean to look after, and that is enough to keep me going.

I wish you a peaceful and healthy New Year's Eve during which you get to relax, celebrate safely and kiss someone you love.

And good riddance to the ugly, nasty, stupid, hateful nonstop rubbish that was 2020.