It’s been difficult getting into the holiday spirit this year, and to be brutally honest I’m already over it. I’ve been feeling down lately, and the holidays haven’t done much to perk me up. I haven’t even brought out the decorations for the house yet, and there’s a good chance we may not do them this year. For whatever reason even that feels too daunting.
What a laughable privilege to claim that decorating for Christmas feels daunting. I hear it as I write it, and I don’t care. Such uninspired periods happen often in life – I usually just don’t document them, setting this blog and all social media on autopilot and turning on the public charm whenever in public. As we near this website’s 20th anniversary, however, there are simply no more fucks to give, nothing left to prove, and absolutely no need for polite pretend.
So for the moment I’m going to coast on whatever holiday fumes make be left in this old battered engine. Surely there is enough residual energy to see us through to the next year. And if not, well, too fucking bad.
December
These are the things that I remember
And, so no matter what my fortune may be, or where I may roam
In December, I’ll be going home
