Hello, friends. It’s been a couple of weeks, and November is somehow… over.

In November I was busy being sick with a cold, enjoying time with visiting relatives, and bounding merrily along to various medical appointments of systemic nature. Hosted a game night, watched From and Arcane and Silo and Only Murders in the Building, and tucked Geronimo away for hibernation. Workouts became the collateral damage of my 10-day headcold and were further neglected as holiday-related events rolled around, but we’re hauling ourselves back onto the ol’ track.

What else? I’ve been adjusting to a couple of new medications and their side effects, and that’s going well. We’ve been mightily entertained by the post-election shit-show spawned by the outcome, sitting back to watch it with our popcorn and our squeaky-clean consciences. When all else fails, resort to amusement with a touch of schadenfreude, I always say.

November’s crown jewel was holiday family-time. More of that coming up!

One thing I won’t be busy with this month is decorating for Christmas, as it won’t be possible. If it was, I’d do up our abode with Krampus and spooky Gothic angels, my ideal Christmas décor theme. Perhaps next year. It would double as birthday décor, as my birthday falls a couple of days after Christmas.

This is how I’d sum up my mood: I’m happy to be in my birthday month while planning which cookies I’m going to bake for Christmas this year. My Capricorn ass has never minded that the two events take place within days of each other.

And so, with all of this, I suggest unto you, go forth into December with authenticity and joy, the joy of being yourselves and being with loved ones, whether they be two- or four-legged. What better way to end the year?

Until next time, my friends.