This is the part of the story where it becomes evident that the next 4 minutes of your life will be once again reintroduced to Vancouver-level pessimism. A rank of pessimism that isn’t just lead by assumption and a lot of rain but one tested and engineered by facts and genuine concern.
It’s also supposed to be that section of the tale when I tell you why it’s been a while since my hands felt safe on a keyboard. But I care for your care and I hope that in 2021, you have little time for a man’s story that drops from the smallest clout in the sky.