
The Best Worst Start To The Year
So, picture this: It’s a new year and—for once—you’re ready to go out and kick ass. You’re ticking off daily task checklists and things are humming along. Your ambitious plans are achievable, and you’re delivering on your resolutions. Work is good. Health is good. Life is fucking great. For the first time in a long while, you’re ahead of where you need to be. Then things go wrong. Your spouse is sick for a week, and nobody can figure out why. Then you figure it out—there’s water trapped in the walls of your house, growing black mould in the bedroom—so you spend a week camped out on the kitchen floor. Then some cavities in your wisdom teeth get infected, and the surgery you’d carefully planned for next month ends up happening now now now. Then the surgery complications arrive, and you re-enact scenes from the Exorcist that involve vomiting up blood. Which, at least, distracts you from the catastrophic political situation going