So what’s really changed other than the date on the calendar? 2020 was marked by so much uncertainty – I dare say more than usual – and here we are in 2021.    

  Just like everything right about now, it’s a weird new year. But I am kind of psyched for 2021.

My husband and I are going to be first time grandparents. My stepdaughter is due in July on my 60th birthday (the timing of the due date is fodder for another blog).  

This time of the new year or at the end of the prior year I traditionally post my commentary on the top ten concerts of the year just ended. The recent post to my website covered a handful of shows.

The tradition continues... and your intrepid prognosticator went 3 out of 4 for 2019!   In total I'm 21 out of 40 since 2007. Not bad eh?...I'm over .500 and could get milllions for that in baseball :)

2020 is finally over! Good riddance to an annus horribilus! It's a New Year! Hallelujah! Happy New Year! P.S. Keep wearing your mask and we will move toward the light and emerge safely and happily from this horrible tunnel!

For years we have celebrated New Year’s Eve with our dear friends. Usually just the two couples. We’d find a place on the East End to have dinner and stay over for breakfast on New Year’s Day. This year will be different—for obvious reasons- but we are trying to hold on to some tradition.

Last year at this time we headed into the New Year with 2020 vision. Who could have predicted what was in store for us?.