Yeaaaah what a fuck of a year, folks.
One uncle-in-law is gone.
Another is really ill with multiple conditions.
A broken hip.
A broken leg.
A breast surgery.
A back surgery.
Cheezus, I could go on but I’ll stop there. Let me just say that health-wise, 2016 was a berserk beast for our families.
The losses of some major childhood icons and adult touchstones is, of course, a big sore point.
And then there’s the election, and what that might mean for everyone’s future. Globally, locally, and in marginalized communities.
There’s also our own personal craziness. Here we are in Houston. I packed up our life and then made it here through a hell of a drive, driving 12+ hours multiple days in a row while dealing with 2 herniated discs and our animals. In the next two-odd months I went through a lot of pain to get to my back being cut open, and then 6 weeks of not being able to do jack or shit before I could get that brace off and walk without discomfort.
But, hey. Here I am, mostly pain-free for the first time in 2 years.
Jon has an awesome job, and so do I.
And the pets are doing well.
And we saw Texas almost go pink.
There’s a lot of work to do. A lot of people’s lives are at stake.
But if we do it right, maybe, just maybe, 2017 will be the flame that illuminates the path to better days ahead for everyone.
All the love to you and yours this season.