Busy: “Sweet, Sweet! Come play with us! We are playing Chase Hug With Scissors!!”
Sweet: “Um, really Busy, that is not even a thing.”

We’re fine! We’re fine, honest! I’ve promoted Sweet and she’s in charge of everything now. It’s great. Way better than when I was running things and someone thought Chase Hug With Scissors sounded like it could be a thing.

So, I know I promised. I wouldn’t mention, you know, the other Thing. It wasn’t even going to be a thing here. Just going straight to the dustbin, like Chase Hug With Scissors. But, I have a confession: I lied. We aren’t being human, doing human things, all that. Not remotely. We are being perfectly ridiculous. You see, I was going to be so clever. Everyone else would have jumped on the whole “New Normal” trend and I would be laughing at them all because my blog would be the only blog In The World that would not have an entire archive section devoted to, well, all of 2020. I put all my chips in the This will be no big deal basket, and, um, I think someone ate the chips and the last I saw of the basket it was disappearing into a berry bush with a little Pickwick, and, well, It’s been a Big Deal After All.

Well, who knew? Every single prediction or guess I have made for half a year or so has been wrong, and maybe the most Mrs Pickwick thing to do is just tell you all so. I miss you all and I honestly didn’t realize that I was going to spend months on the bandwagon (oh the non-conformist horrors!!) of existential crisis but I can’t even back out of our driveway without hitting a tricycle, so I am not sure why I would think I would have the last word on anything. And so, without further ado: Onward, friends! Into the New Normal Extremely Temporary Bizarre with the Pickwicks!