Today is January 20, 2021. The year 2020, with all its bumps and warts has been laid to rest, and the world looks hopefully toward a fresh year. Covid-19 notwithstanding, 2020 was only moderately horrible for me. But I shall not boast. The quarantine history is not quite a year old, and the new vaccines are, well, new.

My writing for pay is doing modestly well, which is to say it now adds a substantial amount to my income. Big tree has been trimmed twice since I last added to this page. The cats featured in earlier posts have gone to the arms of Baste, but new kitties have taken their place and will be featured in upcoming posts.

I’ve been back in my home since the spring of 2012, not quite ten years since Big Tree dropped the limb on my house. WordPress has made changes, I have changed. Yet the struggle begun in 2012 continues.

There is more hope than there was in the spring of 2012. That year I used my 403b (it was rather small) to pay the electric bill. My WordPress account was one of those “icing on the cake” accounts that I felt I could safely drop. Today, I am paying it out of proceeds from writing. In a little while I will go grocery shopping — paid for with writing.

It feels good. It feels like spring. Best of all, it feels like hope.