I remain to date unswooped-upon by nightgaunts, fortunately! Swooping is bad.

I think one tries to summarise the year in a futile attempt to exert some kind of control over it, and to somehow encompass and process the experience. Doomed, of course, but feels vaguely and fractionally remedial. And, yes, I have been personally carried through the year not only by my home, cats and garden, but by soothing amounts of cooking, and the internet. Baking bread and feeling we're all in this together are very basic human touchstones.