2020 was a crummy year, that's for sure. March felt like an entire millennium, and we wondered if that month would ever be over. From there, it seemed like time flew past, and before we knew it, December was coming to an end. Yet at the same time, we look back at the year, and it seems like an eternity since it started. It feels like we've been in the age of masks forever, in the age of arguments and dissent, the age of no toilet paper in the stores because it's out of stock.
I've been telling people that years from now, students will be studying this in history classes. 2020 will probably have its own chapter to itself, because so much happened. It'll be long descriptions of sickness and quarantine, hoarding and riots, anger and division. The chapter ought to be called '2020 Stunk'. Or perhaps '
Year of Hell'. It's an accurate description, and a 'Star Trek' reference, all rolled into one.