I spent the day cleaning, and just realized I hadn’t posted. So sorry.
I try to spend the first and last day of the year doing what I hope the year will bring, but this year I needed to clean the depression of 2020 which had a lot of things piled everywhere because no spoons.
Depression is self perpetuating. So, give yourself a good shake, and enter 2021 as well as you can because we’re going to survive this. We’re going to turn this b*tch around.
My house is clean, I’m going to make dinner for my husband and resident son, including a bunch of gnoshing stuff. And then I’m going to work on the almost-done novel while we watch a few movies (I multi-task.)
You guys take care, give the black dog a kick. We will figure this out, we will save or revive our country. And we will not take any guff from anybody.
It’s going to be tough, but we can handle tough. Chin up. Shoulders square. Singing “We shall overcome” is optional, but we shall anyway.
As the man said “Come on sons of rock and starvation, how long will you let the warden–“
Move it. Go in with your best game face. Mort the Wart won’t know what hit him.
Go into 2021 with your best foot, and may G-d have mercy on our souls.