really and truly, is 2020 finally over?
The last few months have been a struggle for me, physically and mentally, but I am working hard to put it all behind me.
Those of you who have emailed and asked questions, thank you very much; I am touched by your concern for me. I am sorry that I simply couldn’t rouse myself to reply and reassure you that, yes, I am alive, but, sadly, it felt more like existing in a lonely vacuum.
Is 2021 going to be any better for all of us? I don’t know. Soon we may have the vaccine on tap to make at least one problem bearable; what is going to happen politically is still uncertain. In Julius Caesar, Shakespeare put into the mouth of Mark Antony: “The evil that men do lives after them, the good is often interred with their bones.”
I know I can do nothing to change the world on a grand scale; perhaps you think, as do many others, that I shouldn’t ‘let it get to me’ to the extent it did, but it did. Solitude and fear of falling ill with the virus didn’t help. I knew that the black dog would catch up with me as soon as going outdoors and working in the garden became only very occasional pleasures. All I can try to change is my attitude to the world as it is and maybe do some good in my own, tiny, sphere.
I sincerely wish all of you a Happy New Year.