A year ago, if you had told me that, in 2020, I would walk into my bank while wearing a mask, I would have thought you were crazy, but I did. Had you said that I would spend most of the year working from home instead of in my office, I might have guessed that the church building burned down. It did not. If you noted that, by the end of the year, I would be sick of Zoom, I would have asked, “What is Zoom?” I had never heard of it before this year. 2020 was certainly a strange, sad, and hard year in ma...