it’s been…
I guess that should read “It’ll be…”, but then the reference to arguably the biggest hit of a scrappy 90s Canadian pop quintet I once had a beer with in Philadelphia would be lost, and that’s a world I don’t wish to live in.
What I’m really referring to is the fact that I’ve got one week to go in my 2025 work year, before taking (another) break and burning the use-or-lose leave that got racked up this year. As has been discussed in this space at length, I don’t have tremendous plans to do much of anything; I mostly plan to bum around the house whilst getting paid and having a clear idea of when I’ll start working again; at least for a while -I expect 2026 will bring more fear, uncertainty, and doubt (and certainly plenty of crippling anxiety)- but for now, I can check out for a while from work, life, and the pressure of the holidays (as has also been discussed), and refill my silverware drawer.
There’s been way too much life and chaos in the fourth quarter of the calendar year, and while I’ve mostly been handling it, through perseverance, prescription pharmaceuticals, and the occasional pint with my fellow grocery store bar flies, but it’s been especially trying for the last few months, and hiding under a rock for most of December to regroup and refuel feels like the best policy.
