It was inevitable, I guess.
After a pretty intense and protracted timeline of quarantine, vaccines, and careful easing back into the mainstream… we finally got it.
We knew we would at some point…. but damn, 3 years after the fact.
And just in time for the festivities :-) Merry Fucking Christmas everybody!
Yes, yes blessings, and it could be worse and yeah no… fuck all that.
I’m just going to call it what it is. Bullshit. We just wanted a break from the grind that has been this year, the past 3 years, I don’t know the hellscape that’s been the world for a while now…
But instead it’s piling exhaustion on top of more exhaustion… mixed with the expectation that you can set your watch to as the extended family sits in the periphery hoping we can just get well enough to come participate in their shit for the holidays.
No thanks.
“They mean well.”
I don’t care.
“Christmas is about family and connection.”
Yes I’d like my wife and children to not be sick as dogs while we celebrate the family we’ve built.
Mmmkay. Rant over. Things will get better.
So on. So forth. Etc.