1.  Ah yes, we’ve arrived at the final day of November in the year of our Lord 2020. Did you hear a loud gong? That announcement should be followed by a deep throoonnnnnggggg or BOOM. Maybe even some pyrotechnics in the background. That’s how I’m feeling about reaching the end of November in this particular year.

2.  November 30th means we’ve officially survived an impeachment trial, Harry and Meghan stepping down from royal family duties, a brutal democratic primary, the shock and awe of global activity grinding to a halt in March, a stock market crash, and idiotic Spring Breakers partying it up in a pandemic.

3.  We’ve seen refrigeration trucks and mass graves, never-ending food bank lines, rallies against covid restrictions, school shutdowns, drive through/virtual graduations, murder hornets, wildfires burning millions of acres from California to Washington state, and Pentagon released UFO recordings.

4.  We’ve watched nationwide BLM protests being met with increasingly violent police presence. We saw police in riot gear use rubber bullets, pepper spray, projectiles, and tear gas on protestors. We heard the accounts of people trapped between police forces who were then taken into custody and left in a holding area for hours before being released.

5.  2020 brought the murders of Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Rayshard Brooks, and Daniel Prude as well as the shooting of Jacob Blake. We’ve also experienced the loss of Chadwick Boseman, Kobe Bryant, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Eddie Van Halen, Sean Connery, Kirk Douglas, Johnny Nash, Regis Philbin, John Lewis, Little Richard, Kenny Rogers, Kirk Douglas, Kelly Preston, Mary Higgins Clark, and Jim Lehrer among many, many others.

6.  We sat through a torturous election cycle followed by a torturous post election cycle followed by what will surely be reality denials right up until January 20th.

7.  And we all know this barely scratches the surface. 2020 has been entirely bizarre in the most exhausting way and I’m ready to put it behind me.

8.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not counting my chickens before they’ve hatched. We still have to make it through December.

9.  Thirty-one days is more than enough time for any number of bizarre things to occur. Floods, fires, locusts, alien invasions, a complete meltdown in the Oval Office, a GOP coup, who knows anymore.

10.  I’m not even hanging all my hopes on 2021 for that matter. It feels like tempting fate to believe leaving this traumatic year behind will magically poof all the nutty into the ether. Let’s just say we’re going with cautious optimism. Yeah.