It’s been such a strange year that I almost decided to skip this annual blogging tradition. But – why not? – we can still take stock, even at the end of all these months of isolation. So here we go. In 2020 I have:
- run probably hundreds of miles through my neighborhood of East Boston
- gone through three pairs of On Running shoes
- taken dozens of yoga classes, in the park and via Zoom (and, briefly, in the lovely studio at The Point)
- gone on so many bike rides with my guy
- participated in my first protest rides
- walked with my friend Marisa a few times a month, keeping each other sane while trading news of work and books and life
- survived divorce court (back in January)
- worked on campus for two and a half months, worked from home for two months, then been furloughed and eventually laid off
- covered Berklee’s Dancing with the Stars event, pre-quarantine (so much fun)
- driven up to Gloucester for a sweet birthday weekend with my guy
- celebrated a cozy, quiet Thanksgiving, just the two of us
- spent some time hanging with Chloe, my friends’ kitty
- read about 220 books
- adjusted to reading and reviewing ebooks for Shelf Awareness
- taken Nina Badzin’s wonderful ModernWell writing class
- drafted a novel during NaNoWriMo
- tended herbs, geraniums, paperwhites, a fern and an amaryllis
- sung in a virtual Christmas choir
- made and delivered numerous lasagnas for my neighbors
- filled up several journals
- enjoyed a cozy, sweet Christmas
- looked ahead to 2021 with tentative hope
Happy New Year, friends. Here’s hoping it brings more light.
cakes, tea and dreams 
Wow, it’s been a full year for you-
A very full year, even in the quiet times.