Being sick on christmas is trash. Seriously. I was able to have fun for the first few early morning hours, but I’ve been a mess since noon. We are talking six hours of xmas not glee here. When the boys came back from Japan they brought the sick with them. They’ve been recovering, but it took me a couple of days to realize that the madness going on with my body all of a sudden might have an easily diagnosable cause. They got me and the lady sick. That’s what happened.
Now I sit and type out these evening minutes like a countdown till when I can finally take some ‘knock me out’ meds to end this day and, hopefully, reload my body a little. 2024 promises to be an exciting year, and I intend to be ready day one. What is going to happen? A crazy election cycle to be sure, and likely a great deal of talk about the possibilities of violence and even civil war (heck, there was already one movie that tackled the subject in brief, and another is on the way to discuss it head on). However, I have faith in the majority of America. Here is what I think: 10 to 20% of the people do all of the talking while the other 80 know exactly how to act and realize, without a doubt, how bad the Trump era was. No, those 80 are not in Florida. After trying to rename a road after Trump, they ain’t in Tennessee either.
The fact is, I have very high hopes for 24. I plan for it to be my best one yet. I plan to get my shit back together and my weight under control. I owe it to my partner and I owe it to myself.
Merry Xmas, all. May all your plans become reality!