All I Want for Christmas — To Skip Christmas
I didn’t think the prediction was right, but we did wake up today to a light dusting of snow…
It stuck in the backyard but not in the front. (That black blob in the chair is Roc in his new favorite spot since the tree went up.)
On the good news beat, did you hear that Rudy Giuliani has the ‘rona? He apparently checked himself into a D.C.-area hospital yesterday. I assume he expects to get whatever drug cocktail they gave Trump that allegedly cured him in a few days.
Rudy’s been sweating and looking sick for weeks. God knows how long he’s had it and been powering through, infecting everyone in his wake. That Trump’s finally admitting it and Rudy’s hospitalized would seem his condition is more than “mild.”
If I made this next statement in a tweet, it would get me suspended from Twitter, but from the comfort of my own blog I can wish Rudy all the misery and pain every COVID victim has suffered, as well as the worst possible outcome. The sooner his machinations to keep Trump in the White House end, the better. If it takes a ventilator down his throat or a refrigerated morgue truck to silence him, fine. The world has had enough of him.
Meanwhile, the best part of my days is when I’m asleep. Even when I’m in bed for 10 hours, I wake up exhausted, and I don’t think it’s from Tony kneading me like bread dough half the night.
I’m procrastinating on going to the grocery store again, but as long as my Oreos and ramen noodles last, I’m good. And there’s always Chinese takeout.
The car needs inspection and the oil was last changed in June 2019 (although I’ve driven less than 3,000 miles since then), and Roc needs a shot, so I scheduled both appointments for Wednesday.
After sacrificing spring, summer and fall, the still-rising COVID cases and deaths make it all seem for nothing. If I could get away with it, what would do me a world of good would be to take a baseball bat to any rando maskless Trump cultist who crosses my path. THEY are the ones dragging this out. When they get sick, every hospital should have a green light to kick their asses to the curb and let them die in the gutter. They’ve earned it.
Yesterday my sister sent the family an email full of Christmas gift ideas and my eyeballs almost exploded. The LAST thing I can bring myself to think about is presents. I don’t even feeling like shopping online. Even writing this blog feels like too much, especially when most posts seem to go into the internet’s vast black hole of silence. I have to assume everyone else feels as listless and unmotivated to engage as I do.
Bottom line: I’m not having a good day. I’ve actually wondered if it could be COVID, not that I have a clue where I could get tested to find out. On the other hand, I haven’t left the freaking house in 12 fucking days!
I’m fine with having the tree and the decorations around here for a little sparkle, but could somebody please, PLEASE take ALL the other meaningless bullshit we’ve buried Christmas under and STUFF IT, just for this year? PLEASE???!!!