Well. It’s officially the holiday season. The decorations are out! I have decided to just be. You know; how you check in with yourself at the end of the year to see how things are going. I have published a rough draft digitally and I am okay with that. It gives me a database to build my narrative off. Plus I’m not good at fiction the way I would like. I mean Aggie, writing to get revenge on her hubs. I’m more SpikeLee/Hitchcock “yes he really filmed her having a nervous breakdown” do not question my craft. Seriously. Am I the director or the subject 2020? I conclude that for there to be a plague on I am fine. Just. Fine.

The inner monologue went as follows.

Q: What are you doing with your time?

A: Better than you are apparently if you are all up in my business and I am leaving yours alone.

Q: You sure about that?

A: You think you are my conscience, I know I am my Spirituality.

Q: Ooh, perhaps that was a good one?

A: Context counts.