This has been a hard year, harder in some ways than last year and the Covid pandemic. But the truth is, when all’s said and done, I’m one lucky person. I’m surrounded by people who love me. Always have been, even if there were bumps along the way. I have a roof over my head and I’m not destitute or worrying about where my next meal will come from. I have security that many people don’t have. And I get to write. And I love that. So I can’t complain. Okay, I still do, but that’s me. But I know that I’m lucky and there are people who aren’t. And I hope that someday, all of us will have enough–enough food, enough love, and enough security. The sooner that happens for all of us, the better.