This may not be the end of days, but the mood is grim.
New Year’s Eve is a perennial disappointment. So much planning, anticipation, jumbled recitals of sentimental songs, awkward kisses. And then, when the party is over, nothing changes. There is a brief but fleeting sense of renewal that erodes around January 4th. The first month of the year is dreary slog, but things improve, as winter turns to spring. 2019 was OK. I did some interesting things. I traveled to some interesting places. I wasn’t sure about 2020. But I wasn’t expecting this.