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This month here at the Wild YAMster's bloggy, you are going to be regaled with words related to feelings and happenings of the last twelve months. Oh yes, you know of what I talk.  This is to be the ALPHABET OF AAARRGFIZZZ... We've all had to deal with it. This will be a reflection purely from my point of view. You don't necessarily have to agree with what I say; just appreciate where it's coming from. Normal service will resume on May Day. (By which time I may be yelling that down the ether phone loud and repetitively!)

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If there is one word that might Encompass all that has occurred, it must be "Eventful"!!! It's an all-purpose word for all sorts of shenanigans, good and bad, at the close personal and the wider societal levels.

Personally, the year has been marked by Energy, or rather, the lack of it. My batteries have definitely not been recharging as they ought. Given that I have been back in the Hutch for four months now with no one but myself to care for, you'd think I'd be revving. Nope. It has to be acknowledged that this may, in part, be due to winter Ennui... ah there's a good e-word! I would hasten to point out that boredom is NOT a word in the YAMster's vocabulary - however, weariness and low mood can at times enter her aura.

As we have all marked a year of this pandemic, and as it dawns that - even with the magic of medicine - restrictions are likely to be Extended, ennui is afflicting the entire population. It is giving rise to the agitations and anger mentioned in the A letter. As governments attempt to contain things, folk are desperate to Escape...

One of the great conundrums that folk faced was the situation around Exercise. There were so many vague notions about what was allowed and what wasn't, certainly in the first few weeks of lockdown. Eventually, it settled, and routines were sorted around using the allotted one-hour close-to-home ruling. Many people who had perhaps not been so assiduous regarding their physical activity prior to the pandemic, used the ruling to get outside the four walls, so it served as a bit of a circuit-breaker, mentally. There was an uncanny upswing in the obtaining of dogs... and there is now, of course, the concern that those who bought dogs just to have an excuse to get out and about may now be thinking of divesting themselves of those pets. Shelters everywhere are preparing for an onslaught of canine Evacuees! It is my fervent hope that this does not happen - or at least not in the numbers suggested.

I suppose it is true that every year could be said to be 'eventful'. After all, life itself could be described as a span of time marked by a flow of events. However, some years are definitely more ... Energetic than others when it comes to such things. We will none of us be able to think of 2020 as the year of clarity. It will only be from a distance that any sense at all might be made of it - and then again...

Clarity definitely did not Emanate from the Big Hall of Burghers doon sooth. In fact, the word that comes to mind now is Entropy. Ever-increasing levels of confusion, conflicting instructions and statements then denials arose from the one who would be called Primo Munster. 

Premier Eedjit** more like. All he could do was look north and Emulate the lead given by oor wee Nicola... whatever she did, he was sure to do a couple of weeks later.

If there is one Epithet that could never, ever, be applied to the performer known as A Bogus dot Pratter Junkson, it would be Empathetic.

** Scots for an idiot.

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