To be fair, last year was like a bad dream for everyone, I know it was for me. Last January my son destroyed his knee in a police foot pursuit, which took him out of action for 9 months and we all had to jump in to help with grandkids and doctor's appointments, including physical therapy sessions until he could drive himself. Then later in February I took on a horrible upper respiratory infection that caused me to cough so hard I tore a cartilage in my rib cage, making a cough or sneeze an act of torture, but I recovered. In the early part of March, while hearing about a virus in China at a crowded grandgal's recital in a shopping mall, we all joked, but although I didn't get COVID, I did catch a strain of Flu my annual inoculation hadn't planned for...I nearly died. Then a water leak from an unseen shower valve behind a wall covered inside with black mold, well, it was a long hard (expensive) remodel process. Throw in another older sister 175 miles away, deemed to suddenly be experiencing and suffering from early on-set Adult Dementia and Alzheimers, having to place her into a group home, it was a crappy experience, except that I've become very close to a niece living in California through this ugly outcome. Combine it with the hottest summer on record in the desert of Arizona where I live, ZERO rain for many months, the regular 'monsoon' rains apparently taking the year off, it was brutal, I lost a tree, which might not sound like a big deal to you living in greener climates, but it is for a desert rat like myself. In September I sat up from a low-slung pool chair while watching stars with my beautiful wife and thinking I was a young man, stood up with my clearly overweight body just using my knees and the next morning realized I had seriously injured my right knee. At one point I had to use a cane to get up from bed each morning, but after deciding to 'take it easy', along with wearing different knee braces day and night, I'm back in the game, however I feel the weather changes. All that said, because of mask wearing and long lines and everything else that repulsed me, I did manage to buy one gun in 2020; a used and abused (finish only) that was a BUG of my son's old police partner and in fact my boy's "Best Man" at his wedding! It's in my pocket as I type and based on its looks, it sort of reflects the year I bought her; not pretty, but effective and knowing you can get the job done if necessary!