While on one of the 27 walks I now do daily to cope with not being able to do anything else, I chatted with my friend and walking partner, Lisa.
As we discussed the weirdness, disappointment, and horribleness that currently characterizes life in 2020, she made the observation that in 2020 one day blends into another with no discernible difference, nobody wants this year, and everyone really just wants it to go away. Which is when she adroitly noted, "2020 is cankles!"
A more apt analogy never existed.
