Staff photo by Tim Barber/ Many homes are damaged or destroyed in this view looking east on Holly Hills Drive early Monday morning, Apr. 13, 2020, as residents walk through the subdivision to assess the damage.

Hey, 2020, kick rocks. Pound sand. Long walk, short pier.

Take your pick, 2020, just be on your way.

Like a lot of you, I was taught to treat every day as a gift, but how about one disaster at a time, please?

Cooped up because coronavirus has become our new normal. But that was not enough to entertain your demented version of Sid from "Toy Story" meanness, huh, 2020?

Jobs in jeopardy. Financial scenarios teetering on collapse. Entire industries staring into the abyss.

Now, you're going to throw tornadoes at us, too?

You know what?

Bring it. Bring it all and then reload and come again.

You are dealing from the bottom of the deck, and we all know it.

It was the first Easter we did not spend in a pew for most of us. It was the first Masters we didn't spend glued to the colorful dramatics and the dramatic colors.

And then it went from isolation to desperation because of Sunday's storms.

If isolation feels like a punishment, isolation without power or hot water is cruel and unusual.

It's what we have come to expect from a year that is barely a quarter old and already feels like a quarter century.

But it will not beat us. No way.

Not with our first responders working around the clock to find and help those in need. Not with the tireless efforts of the medical staffs at Erlanger, Parkridge, Memorial and all the other life-saving outposts. Those groups were there for the virus, and they are still there as we rummage through the destruction.

And that circle of disaster fighters and relief givers continues to expand. Contractors responding. EPB trucks scurrying. Neighbors helping. Media members informing, and an especially appreciative kudos to all the weather folks trying to deliver as much information as possible last night amid unprecedented hurdles. (Yes, if you are bemoaning the emergency weather break-in broadcast because you're missing 12 minutes of "American Idol," well, you're the 2020 of TV viewers.)

We have become all too familiar with confinement to curtail the coronavirus. Staying safe is of the utmost importance in our fight against the pandemic. The isolation appears to be working, certainly locally that is the case.

But staying safe and sheltered when your shelter has been shaken by the wrath of 2020 calls for help from all willing to offer it.

That's 2020 in a nutshell so far, overlapping disasters demanding we balance social distancing and reaching out to neighbors in need.

I'll say it again. Kick rocks, 2020.

Maybe it's somewhat ironic, since 2020, of course, is how we describe hindsight.

As for this 2020, I'll be happy when it's forever in our rear view.

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