2020: My Fourth Quarter in Anime

After months of waiting, that much less plugged into the anime-watching habits of others than I’d once been, my cautious patience was paying off. Series that had caught my eye but which, after the unfortunate hiatuses of the spring season, I’d awaited the completion of were now available in full to be viewed streaming. Production did seem to have run better over the summer; I suppose I’ve got to admit to my hesitation starting to include some unfortunate “you’ll be sorry too; just wait” feelings. Even so, I’d picked up interest in enough complete series I wound up “watching one episode a week” of them as if they were still streaming, and had to hold one title that had also got my attention back for later (which might be a good thing, given the series actually streaming over these past three months didn’t seem quite as engaging).
( Continuing with the antique: Heidi and Astroganger )

( Broadening the flashbacks: City Hunter and Hakujaden )

( Newer series: Sakura Quest and My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU Climax! )

( Broadening the outlook: Healin' Good Pretty Cure and Aria the Animation )

( Antique once again: Tetsujin 28, Mighty Atom, and Sally the Witch )

( Stories continued: A Certain Scientific Railgun T and Gundam Build Fighters Re:Rise )

( A new series: Deca-Dence )

( Fitting it in: Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms and Aokana: Four Rhythm Across the Blue )

2020: Journal in Review

I survived 2020. That’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while. I have to admit I’d “hoped against hope” in February and the first days of March, but after Friday, March the 13th I did get to confirm that keeping to myself whenever possible is just as endurable as when I was getting out to social settings because I thought it would be good for me. The only problem is that in controlling my exposure to other people, I kept wondering about everything I touched, imagining myself endlessly spreading contamination from anything brought inside save in the instants just after I’d washed my hands. Still, if I can survive a bit more at a time, eventually I’ll have survived next year as well. In the meantime, I’ve gone back to the first line of the first post of each month.
( A year in twelve sentences )