I don’t know about the rest of you, but 2016 has been a year of extremes for me. To quote Charles Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
This year, I was a part-time garbage man trying to thaw the icicles from my eyelashes, and now I am a full-time journalist, cozy in my office with a hot mug of coffee.
It’s sort of a representation of how this year has been. The first half of 2016 was the complete opposite of the second half.