This is my year, 2 is my number. This year was my 40th. But like so many people are experiencing, this new normal is far from .... optimal. The pandemic hangs over us like a big black cloud, casting its shadow over everything we do, making us look harder for the light. And here I am, with covid, missing festivities, drinking an ocean of tea and swapping between Silent Witness, Dead to Me, and my current read, The Sentence is Death- yes there is a theme there. This year looking on the dark side: I had a 3 week headache which completely freaked me out, had to have an MRI which freaked me out it even more. We all got covid. Then there was the terrible head cold that I caught on the plane to the UK and promptly gave to my Dad and Step mum. Chops got covid in London, my nephew got chicken pox and we missed out on going to Wales. Back in Aus my best friend left the country. I had minor surgery, which didn't achieve its aim, but still required 2...
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