Celebrated Thanksgiving in October. Thanks Rona. Nothing says Turkey and Mashed Taters like Monday off for Indigenous People's day. All snark aside, I'm thankful that my fam and I are healthy in what is shaping up to be a pretty shitty 2020. And weeeeee're back with the snark. I missed snark; after, let's count em', 20 words. Not bad for me.
I've missed you too blog, but I've been quarantined and parentined without enough booze-filled canteens. Plus I'm teaching three courses and taking one and blah blah blah, only 24 hours in a day.
Can I tell you that running in the dark at 5am blows? I can. I did. It does. Don't do it. This Monday the entire run was in the dark.
Which brings me to where I am in life, having recently celebrated a half century of life/existence:
IN. THE. DARK.
But I know there's light.
It's gotta be around here somewhere.
"Here boy!
(whistle sound)
Gotta be around here somewhere."
I'm alive enough to keep looking...and for that I'm thankful...in October.
