Goodbye 2020 Don’t Let The Door Hit Ya

Goodbye 2020.

We are done. I am over you. I will never look back on you with fondness. I’m breaking up with you forever… 2020 you were the worst year ever! Okay, that might be a stretch. I’m sure there were years that were seriously terrible in comparison. How about… 2020 you were certainly the weirdest and most annoying year ever.

Strange to realize that it was almost exactly a year ago that I found a little mention, in a tiny corner of the internet, of a serious new virus coming out of Wuhan, China. Being a sci-fi fan, I began to follow the tidbits of information coming out of Asia with some serious concern. I’ve read enough books and watched enough movies to know that global pandemics usually end up badly for the humans.

In the middle of this, I had to move. I mean, literally in the middle of the “2 Weeks To Slow The Spread”, all my belongings plus the cat and I got moved and we did it almost two weeks early. I had until the end of the month but thank God for my moving people, my angels. They called me on a Monday, late in the afternoon, and said “Things are getting hairy. You want to just do this tomorrow?” Sure! I was only half packed but you gotta do what you gotta do. I spent the night throwing clothes into plastic trash bags, slept for like two hours, got up at 3:00 am and kept packing. Thanks to my angels, and my dear friend who helped me with the final bits that didn’t make it into the trailer along with the cat, who was not amused by the shenanigans, I was loaded into my new abode JUST before lockdown hit.

Bars and restaurants closed. Then non-essential businesses closed. My internet did not get connected for a month. The weather was foggy and misty nearly every day. It was, indeed, like a sci-fi horror film, looking out at a new neighborhood, feeling off kilter just from the moving but then add in Covid-19 and please…

Then the shortages. The Great Toilet Paper Shortage of 2020 will not soon be forgotten. And no Lysol spray! No cleaning supplies! No paper towels! WTF! I just moved into a new home and she needed some serious cleaning. Thanks to the China Virus, sorry, no cleaning for you!

Along came food shortages. Strange new sizes and brands. The Great Coin Shortage. And masks. First it was “Don’t wear a mask, only medical professionals should wear masks so please don’t buy any masks.” Hah! I’m on to you, I’m a sci-fi nerd. As soon as they say don’t wear a mask, WEAR A FRIGGIN MASK! So there I was, curled up on the sofa in my dirty house, sans Windex or Lysol or paper towels, hand sewing masks. Three layers of soft t-shirt material with a slot to add a piece of coffee filter for added protection. At first it was just me and my fellow sci-fi geek at the grocery store wearing them. We both laughed nervously at how we might look silly, but zombies could be next, why take a chance.

Then, like whiplash, it was announced that the public SHOULD wear masks. Not to protect ourselves, but to protect others. Wait, what? So the Wuhan Flu Mask Mandates began. On the bus, in the store, in an Uber, at the bank. Then bank lobbies closed and masks were mandated outside and OH HEY LOOK suddenly we have protests and riots and looting and fires. The country, the cities, had gone insane.

Meanwhile I’m still looking for a can of Lysol spray. I had not seen one in the wild since March.

Then there was an election. The Presidential Election of 2020. All I’m going to say is… if the so called media won’t show you the evidence, then you will believe there is no evidence to see.

That was two months ago. On Tuesday, I found both a can of generic store brand and AND an actual can of Lysol Disinfectant Spray. I yelled so loud when I saw the Lysol, the lady at the deli thought I had dropped something. I bought both. Part of my New Year’s Day celebration for 2021 will be to spray some around the house.

I’m no longer that worried about Covid-19 because the date shows it’s mostly a really bad cold, if even that much, although the sci-fi geek in me is still a little nervous about zombies any day now. But I am sick and tired of masks, I hate wearing masks, my masks are the best and actually not that uncomfortable to wear BUT I AM FRIGGIN SICK OF IT I’M OVER IT I AM DONE DONE DONE.

Pretty much the same way I feel about The Year 2020.

Happy New Year y’all.