I was going to scribble a nice cheerful brainfart yesterday.
Unfortunately life got in the way and I had to abandon my genius for more mundane matters.
What I was going to say was that I’m sick and tired of all the negativity and it’s wearing me down. But yesterday was the Winter Solstice and a time for hope and renewal. The days are getting longer and we’re on the journey towards warmer times and growth in nature.
Today is already four seconds longer than yesterday. Yippee!
But then our gubmint stepped in.
We are being much too happy. People are talking about celebrating Christmas. People are anticipating reunions with family and friends. We can’t have that. We should be worried. We should be anxious. We should be full of fear.
So we are back into more restrictions. They are shutting down the country again. My coffee shop is closing once more, forced to shut their doors on Christmas Eve [at 3pm? Does the Virus have an accurate wristwatch?]. God knows when they’ll reopen again, if ever. There is only so much strain a business can take.
But I am trying hard to be cheerful. It ain’t easy.
I suppose at least I have an extra eleven seconds today to be miserable in?