My best friend sent me a holiday package this year that included paper cranes she had made with her children, her warm wishes for the new year. I felt her absence and her presence simultaneously; I felt her love from afar. From a purely personal perspective, as I’ve written elsewhere, 2020 treated me far better than 2019 — but that’s a bar so low, it’s essentially just a rung or two up the ladder from the molten core widely known as hell. Like many, I hope the lessons of the past 10+ months are well and thoroughly learned, and I intend to cite one of them in a future post. Meanwhile, also like many, I’m ready to embrace 2021. Frohes Neues, everyone.