The holiday decorations stashed away, I am suddenly in the mood for more floral décor, like the colorful dresser scarves my mother-in-law embroidered as a young woman, and the crocheted doilies my daughters made as teenagers from her old patterns and thread they found upstairs.

Oh, Henry, Henry, Henry. You had no idea what the future would bring. By that I mean more “brain rot.”

If there were a popularity poll for “Least likely to use TikTok,” I would be a strong contender.