I wake up in the morning and wonder where I am. I hear unfamiliar sounds, I see an unfamiliar ceiling, I breathe unfamiliar air. I was contemplating what I might write to summarize this year, as so many do, and for the first time in my life nothing comes to mind. There is nothing to say, truth be told, not even body language or a facial expression can capture it. It was a year for the firing squads of love. It was the year my belief in the inherit goodness of others was finally overwhelmed by superior forces. Perhaps nothing does change on New Year’s day. I am hoping, though, that that is not the case.