In telling you this first part, it is hard to imagine I’m telling you anything you don’t already know, or perhaps I am telling you the story of yourself even. These days anyway. Then capitol mob insurgency* really got to me. Watching graphic footage of violence after so recently having
Covid freaks Out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back He just laughs The XMAS STUFF box is not that bad Hold me closer, tiny deity Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in the manger You had a busy day today.
For the most part, things have very much returned to normal around here, inasmuch as living in a global pandemic can be normalized. Last night, we were snuggling up the kids. Conversation turned to past vacations, with some wistfulness for all the things we haven’t done in this Year of
Hey, as I’m putting this up, Pfizer has today reported they have a hopeful vaccine, which WHOO-FREAKIN-HOOOOO! It’s hard to be melancholy with that news. But! I wrote this earlier, and frankly, if I kept a non-relevant post down every time something exciting was happening in this country… you know
Hey, it’s Covid season, so the first time you find yourself truly alone is quite a few days later, sitting in the car while your kid does an outdoor, socially distanced activity in the park. You’ve got an hour. You call one person. One person should be easy, right? One