I think I only wrote one thing here all year.
Alas.
It was a year of very few words. Very few exciting happenings. Very few longings and woes. Which is a very good thing.
The one thing I wanted this year happened. My Father is healthy again and his fantastically wonderful self again. Thank you.
Next year will be the year of words. Most likely not here, but in the places they should be.
And as I did last year, I leave you with Neil Gaiman’s perfect words.
I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you dream dangerously and outrageously, that you make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked. And most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now) that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind. –Neil Gaiman
