Cause it’s a LOT. At least I have today off work. I’m old, Thanksgiving weekend is busy and tiring, so yeah, an extra day it is.

The firehose of news continues to be exhausting. Biden pardoned his son, and I get it, the incoming admin probably would have continued to go after him. And of course, the media is BREATHLESSLY reporting on the Republican pearl clutching, as though nothing like this has ever, ever happened. And to any Democrats scolding Biden, FUCK YOU, cause if you think Trump won’t fucking come after you or your family, you’re delusional.

Also had the fairly craptastic realization that for my lifetime, electing Harris would likely be the last chance we had to make things better in this country. I’m pretty sure the Republicans are gonna fuck shit up SO badly, it’s going to take generations to fix it.

Then we have Syria apparently deciding they don’t want to be left out of all the war fun over on that side of the world. I’m not completely up on what is happening, but the Russians are bombing Syrian cities again, I assume to keep Assad in power, and Assad is blaming the west for things popping off again, because of course.

There is a reason I have ESPN on more than anything these days. Also, quite impressive that I’ve not spent every day since the election fuck all blackout drunk, or gotten on any Teams meeting and screamed “WHO THE FUCK HERE PUT THAT JACKASS IN OFFICE AGAIN?” Go me! (Still absolutely entering my villian era, though.)

In more entertaining things, the Gävle Goat still stands – sure, I think it probably has to burn because there are old gods that need to be appeased, but I’d like to see it last at least until Christmas. Maybe we do a Boxing Day burndown? I don’t know why I’m so fascinated with the Swedish goat, but I am. (Last year, I was “oh yay, it survived!” Oh no, it needed to burn, I see that now.)

And in an attempt to keep my spirits up, I took a fused glass class this weekend, and it was a ton of fun – 3 hours of hyperfocusing on something creative and hooboy did I need it. And holy shit, snowflakes are hard and I cannot visualize a 60 degree angle to save my life. No idea how they’ll even look after firing, but I already signed up for two more classes – votive candle holders and suncatchers. So, the world isn’t allowed to end for a couple more months, because I paid in advance for these classes. Below are the pre-fired snowflakes. (Yes, the blue on is absolutely turtle shaped.)

And Sean & Jorge continue to be sweet and goofy and generally awesome.

Though things are quite shit, yet again, there are things to look forward to and fight for. Cats. Art. People. Good food. Sticking it to The Man.

I’m sad, tired, and kinda depressed, but I’m also angry enough to not totally give up.