And they will call it...

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 2020....

We will look back on this year and call it...

A total shitshow.  Not only has there been catastrophic  natural disasters that have plagued the world.  We have had a global pandemic and we are now in our 9th month of daily concern about fever cough, runny nose, who did I see, where did I go.  I can be all consuming, which turns into self doubt, anger, fear, and back to "What fuck is goin on?"  We are also on the outer perimeter of a highly contested Presidential election.  It is not a secret that I am not a fan of Donald Trump.  That is being gentle.  I detest the guy and dont believe a word out of his mouth.  I do believe that he tried to do his best job as President, that was within his power as a narcissist and egomaniac.  He is self serving and without praise he was not in it for anyone but himself.  That said, Joe Biden has been elected president.  Of course the Donald is contesting everything, claiming voter fraud and ballot tampering.  He is delaying the peaceful transfer of power and it is just annoying.  I have every wish that he will just go away soon.  But I am quite sure he will not leave without a whole lot of dustup.  Sooner than later would be awesome.

Jack has successfully completed the first quarter of his Freshman year.  He has achieved high honors and we are very proud of him.  His schedule is one day home on line and one day at school.  I kinda like this schedule.  I wish Jack would meet more kids, but he isnt that interested.  He says he is chatting with everyone and I am sure he is.  I am hoping he meets more kids with similar interests when school returns to something normal.  Whenever that is.

Cross Country went very well.  He has earned a Varsity letter as a freshman and earned a spot to go to Districts.  He did very well considering his competition were mostly older than he is.  I believe running is his thing, but whatever makes him happy.  He achieved student of the Month at school for October, very exciting.

I am alright.  I am alone alot. Or with Jack.  I see Mom but not too often sincw e are trying to keep our Covid distance.  A real PIA.  We have word of a vaccine but who knows how long that will take.  I am hopeful that we will have a somewhat pack to normal late spring early summer.  I ave gained about 15 pounds through the pandemic.  I feel fat and gross but grateful to be alive.  Everyday I go to sleep thinking when I wake up I will get back on track.  One day I will.

Is it really a shitshow... 2020?

No.  We are all alive and havent gotten dreadfully ill.  Owen has been healthy and my girls are ok.  

It could be so much worse.  I see people that have it much worse.  I dont wnat that so I will say thank you and keep moving and doing what I am supposed to do.  

I wont like it... But I will do it.

PS when the pandemic is over Kathy and I are going on a wicked vacation.  Somewhere warm and tropical with drinks and sunshine.   

Or just sunshine....

Or drinks.

Anywhere...  LOL


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