And I’ve thrown my back out.
2020 is trying for a technical knockout. But there’s no ref to call anything, nobody but me. And I might look pretty beat up right now, but I’m not staying down, if only because people I love and admire haven’t given up yet. Well, and the chickens. Somebody has to feed the chickens.
But make no mistake. This is and has been a battle of endurance, maybe even of brute stubbornness. We all have to pace ourselves. And calling a little encouragement from ringside has never been amiss. So I’m gonna hang in there. Y’all hang in there. If you need to hear this, keep breathing and drink water, and I’m rooting for us all.