Friends, at this point, 2023 has me in tears of hilarity. This shit is funny. I can’t stop laughing. If you don’t laugh, you’re going to lose it.

Can’t deal with it! DEALING WITH IT.

After a year of assorted losses, tragedies, crises, and set-backs, November rolled around. Week One did not disappoint. It stuck with the 2023 program. By November 8 – last week – a very dear and important family member had surgery and was diagnosed with cancer. Kyle got Covid. Five days later, I got Covid. I fell ill last week Tuesday, tested positive on Wednesday, and spent the next few days in bed without realizing that somewhere in there was a blog post that didn’t happen, not to mention five workouts (HA! HA! HA!), and also, Veteran’s Day.

Happy Belated Veteran’s Day, fellow American Vets!

Now it’s November Week Two, and things are looking suitably rosier: Kyle is Covid-free with no symptoms, and I’m shaking the last of the congestion. I’m on Prednisone because my bad lung was “triggered” by the virus, but I’m otherwise fine. I started regaining my sense of smell yesterday. In the days before that, I spent a good minute mulling over the possibility of a new career in homicide crime scene forensics. If I could stick my nose in a jar of Vicks and smell absolutely nothing, surely I would be none the wiser for the withering odors of biological decay.

With that, my friends, I bid you good-night, or good-day, or what have you. Veer far from the evil eye, for it has some reach.