Starting with the terrible….
The voters of the US decided they valued ignorance over intelligence, and cruelty over…anything else. So now we’re stuck with that fascist dumpster fire and his equally fascist cronies. I believe we won’t survive–not our country, and definitely not anyone who isn’t a white male billionaire Trump sucks. Musk sucks. Zuckerberg sucks. Need I go on?
And while it only affects me, I also lost my beloved Fig Cat to cancer in late February. The disease came on swiftly and relentlessly, and when it became obvious the medication wasn’t helping, I had to make the hard decision to have her euthanized. I held her while they administered the tranquilizer, then the final shot, then I continued to hold her because it was so hard to let her go. She’s been cremated and her ashes scattered next to the lake across the street. Figgy saw me through so many hard times. I still miss her. May she run swift and light between the stars.
So after all that, what could possibly be good?
Well, the good is all personal. I adopted a new cat, young Theo, in April. He’s a sweet, affectionate boi, and I’m lucky we found each other. I did get some writing done during the year. Not a lot, but progress did happen. And I took a glorious vacation in Morocco this January, where I relaxed in cafes, restaurants, and parks, and took a breath-taking ride in a hot air balloon along the Atlas Mountains.
