I’ll tell you what, I am not sorry to see 2021 go, even if it does make me another year older. It was exhausting. I actually wrote my eighth novel, but everything turned on its head and I finally caved and decided to wait and publish it in early 2022. My editors love it and think you will, too.
My husband’s radiation ended in December but we have stayed very close to home with him recovering and Covid cases rising. He’s doing well. My sister and BIL did share Thanksgiving and my birthday (yesterday) with us, but my children couldn’t visit this year.
My wishes are for all to have a healthy, happy, and prosperous 2022. Happy New Year!