I just now looked up and it’s almost the end of January. What? Where did the whole month go?
I was just getting used to the idea of 2021. So far, I’ve managed to be a good little adult and write 2021 on all my forms and documents. Mostly.
Then I turn around and it’s February. Or it will be on Monday. What the actual heck?
For the math nerds out there, you will notice that we’re now officially in the 20s again. Last time, we had F. Scott Fitzgerald and all those great writers who were living in Paris. We had the Charleston, the beginnings of jazz music, silent movies, and Prohibition.
Who knows what we’ll see this time around?
But back to my original question. Where did those 31 days go? I knew I laid them somewhere, but I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. . .