So, I accomplished absolutely nothing in 2020. Between my wild hair and intense inactivity, the only way to distinguish between a sloth and me is one of us only poops once every seven days (It's the sloth, in case you were wondering).
Does it ever feel like life has kidnapped you and is holding you hostage so you can't get anything done? After a few weeks of this, life is slowly returning to normal. (Whether that's a good thing is a separate question.)