We’ve officially closed the door on 2018, and I’m left feeling a combination of sweet relief, and bone-deep weariness. Sort of the way you feel after particularly annoying and emotionally draining guests have overstayed their welcome in your home. After the ball dropped, I figuratively leaned my back against the door marked 2018, and slid all the way down to the floor, then finally breathed a deep sigh of relief. Still too fearful to peer out the peephole to make sure,
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