it could be worse, it could be four score.

Usually, I can't remember time. I can't remember when things happened; whether it was a week ago or two weeks ago, a month. And the same with years. Recent, not recent or a long time ago - that's about it. But this year I can remember what was happening exactly one year ago.

I was holding out hope. Waiting for those better days to come. I waited until the end of the year, I waited for Spring, I waited for the end of the month a few times, Summer, that big deal to close; I waited for them all.

This is year two. The hope is dingier.


Four tens and a one.