The first day back after sixteen days off work is a brutal beast to conquer. I was weary and damn near broken by day’s end. I was fortunate to be out and about; otherwise, I might have transpired in the office—a corpse decomposing in his office chair. It was so slow that morning I almost felt my life ticking away.
After narrowly winning the war with work, we had my father-in-law to celebrate. His 69th birthday. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to go home and lick my wounds, but a celebration is a celebration, and duty did call. My battle was just the beginning.
It was the family, and this scrimmage was upon my blood sugar. Spaghetti, garlic bread, and two types of cake. The dagger comes from within those you love the most. I felt like Caesar betrayed by Brutus. I did the best I could not to succumb to the darkness. Prevail, I did.
The long, hard kick in the nuts wasn’t yet over for me. Just when I imagined the suffering couldn’t endure any longer, Hell opened its gates upon me once more. Back on the home front, it was decided venison burgers must be grilled, otherwise the meat would spoil. This battle I wasn’t fighting alone. I had my good friend Miller to accompany me. With the bonus confidence, I went in swinging and came out victorious!!!
Never had one day been such a trial, and may never one ever again test the limits of my being. Bless thee.
By the gods, Tuesday the sun was shining upon me. I awoke rested, and work was less a torturous son of a bitch. Really uneventful. Yvette and I both had doctor’s appointments, and while hers were a little more time-consuming, mine took a mere ten minutes. It took longer getting to and from. What an easy forty dollars they made off my unfortunate soul.
Wednesday, I was on a blitz attack, kicking aside my foes one by one. I swiftly battled my way through the day and its tribulations. The only blow I received was a nail in my tire. It seemed the gods were with me, though, for the nail was—for once in my lifetime—not in the sidewall but planted dead center. I suppose that could also be considered a win.
The rest of the week I stayed on the offensive, taking on the world as it came at me. One battle after another, I was victorious. Yvette dodged the bullets by working from home, strategizing her own victory, for her real trial would be on Monday when she officially returned to the office. Poor girl had no idea what was in store for her.
On a more serious note: WTF is going on in this country? I mean, I could say this every damn day at this point. On Wednesday, a government-employed agent shot and killed a frightened woman who was only trying to get away from armed men with masks. An innocent woman. Who had just dropped off her six-year-old child. Shot in the face three times at point-blank range. The video was very clear. This was unprovoked. My eyes do not lie.
Now, you would think this would be met with outrage by all who had seen the video. You would think. What happened instead is frightening to behold. The Trump crowd is trying to spin this woman as a domestic terrorist who was using her vehicle as a weapon and trying to run over the ICE agent. That is the spin they are spinning. And people are listening to them!!! Even though they have eyes like I do, they are choosing not to believe what they can see. I don’t even know what to make of this. Our reality has become insane.
From the movie In the Mouth of Madness:
“A reality is just what we tell each other it is. Sane and insane could easily switch places if the insane were to become the majority.”
This administration is a tragedy for a great country.
Happy Friday!
Jalapeño
Venison burgers.
Chili crisp shrimp and mushrooms.
Steak fajita meat.
Homemade Beefaroni.
Beef Bulgolgi.
En Fuego 