If you caught me last Thursday for a phone call, as many of you did, you might have been treated to an analogy I’ve now used way too many times. But it fits.

“I feel like Neil Armstrong, showing up on the big day. All strapped in the shuttle, fully trained for months at a time, now very prepared, already to go. Only right before the countdown begins, someone comes over the loudspeaker and informs me they forget to fuel the thing. ‘Go back home, Neil, we’ll be ready to go in a year.’”

Not in my wildest dreams would I – or anyone – expect this would be

If you’re going to follow any news in 2020, you might as well follow this news.