The rooster who lives two yards over is crowing and crowing. I hope that's celebration and not alarm.
It's a rainy, cold, wet day here in the Fort. The kid and his roommates are coming down for pizza later (made from scratch by Dr. Skull.) Garlic bread and babka will also be served.
Things were a mix of good and bad for me this year. The sabbatical was lovely, and I finished one novel and started two more. I read a lot of excellent books. But Dr. Skull was unemployed for a long stretch, and needed very expensive surgery; and then the little dog got sick. And all around me, of course, the world was burning down (in some places, literally).
Here's hoping things turn around in 2021.