A full Harvest Moon is nothing to fuck around with, and so the insanity of the past week was not wholly unexpected. I did not take that into consideration when I planned to spend the weekend in Boston, so when the COVID numbers started to rise, I decided against the trip, but took the day off from work anyway. That turned out to be a good thing, not only because I honestly didn’t realize how badly I needed a break, but I also didn’t know Andy and I would be glued to the television seeing Trump being transferred to the hospital and watching his team of doctors spew lies and tales of obfuscation. A good doctor will not lie or give a rosy account of their patient; these are not good doctors. But that’s on them, and deceiving the American people about the health of the President rarely works out well.
As far as days off go, it wasn’t quite as relaxing as I would have liked, but I have a number of vacation days I need to use before the end of the year, so we will try this again soon enough. The moon exhibited its tumultuous full-force in more ridiculous family drama, but you’ve heard it all before so I won’t get into that yet. On with the recap…
Keeping with the craziness of 2020, here is an azalea in bloom right now.
Floral preparation and planning.
Unimpressed with snickerdoodles.
All lives won’t matter until Black Lives Matter.
