In the shitstorm that is, and will be, COVID-19.

Let me try not to re-Peter the past. Fin de la saison, a la prochaine mes amis.

RIP 2019, next stop 2020... Tighten the bolts, it was always going to be a bumpy ride.

As Peter types these posts, the virus prepares to emerge. How little we knew then, how little we know now. This is the human condition. Peace.

Our rip n race through 2019 continues, as does the race to 1K in 2K21... 2 shots done, the war far from won, how's about that, hun... Reach for the hunny jar, keep on keeping on. Peace.

Mini rants with no apologies, unfiltered and unabashed. Race among the ruins everyone and enjoy. Peace.

Weird and wacky odds and sods through the spring of nineteen. Creeping, crawling towards 1K in 2K21. Peace

2019 begins, and in less than 5 minutes, we are through January and February. Hold on, the roller coaster is barreling down the tracks... Peace.

Remember, remember, the something of November, some Guy or another, masked before masks were mandatory. This should do is for 2018, onward, upward. Peace.

Ping pong, bang a gong, show and tell before we all go to hell. Odds and sods, drips and dregs on the race to 1K in 2K21. Thanks to all, past, present and future. See you later Netanyahu, you are why term limits are a good thing. Shalom.