Been away trying not to meltdown over Saints EOY offerings. Not sure if that was successful or not.
I have also had the space to have me a quiet moment to process the craziness this world has to offer and as GnR once said, “you know you’re f’kin crazy!”.
Not sure how the world is to you Brits over yonder but down here, it’s silly season. Rona has almost transversed it’s way across, leaving a fuktron of moral issues more so than death. Defo two camps of thinking on the topic. In one corner we have had the all in, take no prisoner, do exactly as asked vaxxed camp and the polar opposite, “don’t you even come within a barge-poles length of me with that poison” camp. One of these camps at least have the gumption to have thought about and seemingly ratified the possibility of their own death, thus have been able to survive the onslaught of hate and vitriol thrown at them by the other camp. I’ll let you decide which camp is which.
Now we have the Monkey Magic-Pox path to trundle down. At this point I do wonder when some will at least consider they might have been had.
Aside from global pandemics, been working out the heavy shite of who am I and what’s the scoop with my life. Must say, apart from being a daunting journey, it’s been quite an enjoyable one. Come out of my hermit-like state with all apparent parts still in tact and faculties humming like a hemi-powered engine. While one’s life is always a work in progress, we can see what’s in front of us as either fearful or joyful and I am now more joyful at what life can be and is than ever before. So liberating is this point of view that whoever “they” are, they can’t touch me now.
So may this thread find you in good cheer and may you always receive the bounties of this thing we call life!