This is it, December 31, 2021, the last day of the year. What we're supposed to do now, if we are to be traditional about it (and I am generally traditional), is write a reflection on the year just past.
Well I don't wanna and you can't make me. It would only be a litany of what you already know. 2021 has merited about every negative adjective in the book and I don't wanna think about it no more.
I have not stayed up to greet the New Year in about six years now but I might stay up tonight only to make sure 2021 leaves, and then I'm done with it. Finished. There will be no reflections of the past year by me. End. Of. Story.
This doesn't count as a reflection, does it?
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