I’m ready for 2015 to end.
This has been a … well … crappy year, especially the last six months.
My sister was diagnosed with terminal cancer, several key employees have left the newspaper, and as if to prove life can always get worse, my wife was diagnosed with
cancer about six weeks ago.
What a pile of … well … crap. Actually, I’d rather use a different word, but if I did, my mother would not approve, nor would the person who signs my check.