January 1, 2020

I am sitting at my desk, putting the pages of my new 2020 calendar into my Daytimer, the planning system I used when I was working and that I have continued to use in my retirement, though a more condensed version.

The black notebook lies open as I slip each month into the six open jaws of the metal rings. 

January…February…and winter is done.

March… and its rain and snows.

April…May…flowers and gardens.

June…July…August…terrible heat and swimming.

September…October…the beauty of autumn.

November…the bridge between autumn and winter.

And back to December and its Yuletide festivals.

How quickly the year goes. 

The pages for 2020 are blank now, waiting for me to make entries. Already there are medical appointments and meetings I need to record. But I stop and look at the clean blank months.

The year is like a new continent stretched out before me, waiting to be explored, and I am filled with anticipation and anxiety. 

What will we find on the other side?

Let us begin.