Could certainly have been expected after all these years. I ran out of words. Or I had to buy new words, but I forgot. Or I ordered some words, but the container ship sunk. Or the train derailed. Or the plane ran out of gas.
Previously I talked about what had been done. But that’s done now.
Or I talked about what was going to be done.
Or I told anecdotes of anger, sadness, joy, fear, and embarrassment.
But everyone gets angry. Sad things happen. Joy is wonderful. Fear is a pest, and embarrassment is a waste of time. Most of the time.
Best of all, I look forward to next year. I think it will be an exceptionally good year.
Like every year.
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