... with a note
Here we return to the arbitrary checkpoint on our solar cycle. Though it's no surprise to find a festive season breaking up the darkest, most barren section of the orbit. Regardless here we are once more collectively deciding that all is passed is now old, and all there is to come is new again.
As ever this affords reflection on the previous jaunt around sol, and what a jaunt it was. This pandemic will loom large in our collective imagination well after all involved have ceased to be, As for me this was also the year I became a father, and all else pails.
While ordinarily loathed to make resolutions, must less (as Gramsci put it) morn my irresolutions, my boy will grow with each day this year, and I intend to do so too.
