I don't think I'll finish another book before this month - this year - ends so I'll go ahead and post this today.
2021 has been quite the year with a lot of good times, but also some losses in recent months. August and September were terrible for covid losses. At one time I counted about ten or twelve people I either knew, knew of, or there was just one degree of separation between me and them (meaning, for instance, a cousin's friend who died in South Carolina.) By far the greatest, most personal loss for us was my mom's middle brother in September. He spent his 65th birthday in the ICU, and died fifteen days later. Some days it's hard knowing that he's no longer here (though the thought of him in heaven with Mema and Pop and his cousin Shayne, who died earlier in the year from his heart, makes us joyful.) In early December this same uncle's daughter died, not from covid, but related to issues she had had for a couple of decades. She was only 35.
In much better news, I got a new nephew, Jonathan, just days after my uncle died. He's a real sweetie!
And now for the December books...