It all started innocently enough. On New Year’s Eve last year, I made the fatal decision to embrace the “woke” New Year’s resolution to observe as many single commemorative days this year. The idea was simple: celebrate diversity, inclusivity, and all the other buzzwords that have been hammered into us. Little did I know, I was about to enter a whirlwind of special days, weeks, and months that seemed designed to test the limits of human tolerance — and sanity.