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The platypus in 2018

2018 was a pretty difficult year. Then again, 2017, 2016, and 2015 weren't peaches either. As Counting Crows tells us long December, but there's reason to believe maybe next year will be better than the last. Looking at my Spotify-generated 2018 playlist, there was a lot of Counting Crows, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, Boston, Kamelot, and Red Hot Chili Peppers -make of that what you will. My definitive reading experience was probably a re-engagement after 12 years with Neil Gaiman's Sandman and teaching Collins' The Hunger Games to 7-9th graders. Oh, I guess there was a trip through Virgil that helped me appreciate the Man From Mantua a bit more. My definitive film experiences were Black Panther and NetFlix's The Haunting of Hill House. I guess both are par for the course though none of my friends have seen Hill House yet. So, a long December it's been here at Platypus of Truth, but there is reason to believe that this year may be better than the last or as Samwise's Gaffer puts it: "where there's life, there's hope and need of vittles."

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Gabe Moothart said…
Blessings, Jim. I've had a series of hard years, too.
James said…
Thanks! I've seen the drama unfold on Sharon's facebook feed. It seems very few of us who graduated when we did have had a "normal" life. Keep hanging on!

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