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This is it for the year. The final essay. I’ve got to finish getting ready for Christmas, my sinuses suck, I have cataract surgery on the 28th, and I’m tired. And sometimes, I have to confess, it seems as though this might be a good time to pull the plug on the entire operation. Because finding something to write about these days is like scrapping the bottom of a nearly empty jelly jar hoping there’s enough for one last sandwich. And I’m not sure it’s going to change anytime soon.
Besides, sometimes it’s good to just go cry by yourself as you figure out what to do next, and although I don’t do it as often as I once did. I still do it. And talking about it, at a certain point, becomes a bit like the old guy talking about his high school football injury, boring. I just don’t want to be that guy. There’s a lot of good stuff in life and I’d like to get back to looking at it, and right now, at this very moment, that sweetness feels a long way off.
But if you’re a fan, and I think there are a few, don’t fret too much about me pulling the plug all together. I’ve never had a low so low there was never an up and I’m certain this dip is like all the other dips. A dip. Not a cliff or a canyon. I probably just need sleep and time to myself. Besides I like writing and now that the beast is out of the cage, even with my advanced age, I imagine I’d be hard pressed to stop it. In fact, that’s probably who wrote those last words because he read about pulling the plug and went, wait, what? No. We’re not stopping. So, have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I’ll see you in 2022.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver’s Tale