Life is odd. This year has been tragic beyond comprehension. We have seen, and suffered, such loss. Yet only now, on the last day of the year, with the prospect of relief and normalcy on the horizon, do I feel the weight of the times. I've struggled with a feeling of melancholy all day. I hope, and believe, the turn of the calendar in a few hours, will usher in a year, not of forbearance, but hopefulness.
Please accept my best wishes for a happy and fruitful 2021.