I think I’ll stay in, thank you.

I was thinking of how I could end this year on a high note, but I cannot. Other than the continued support of friends and family, buying a part time home in NY, and my loyal pup, there is nothing positive I can point to in 2022. I lost my wife way too prematurely, and two months later I lost a sister. And our country has become a load of shit.

One high note I will mention, is the love and support that has been sent my way by the Glibs community. You are good people. Never change.

 

Links?

 

Moscow Idaho is a sleepy little college town that has been rocked by tragedy. I’m glad they caught this fucker and I hope he enjoys Idahos death row.

 

Commie Pope doesn’t have to worry about this guy looking over his shoulder anymore.

 

You know how many fucks I have to give? Zero.

 

Overachiever cuts both ways.

 

Anybody can collect deer antlers.

 

“Uh, whoops! Happy New Year!”

 

I think the QUILTBAG community needs to do some self policing.

 

Okay, I’m out. I’m under no illusion that everything will be different when I wake up tomorrow, but at least it won’t be 2022. Peace out Glibs and pray for a better 2023.