2020 was a blur to me with moments of brilliant writing and lots of flash point moments of grief about my mother.

I got through it though honestly looking back now I felt every damn day in some way of twisting knife pain to the heart but I got through it with my head down and mind on work.

2021? Best year of my life. No joke. Yes there is shit that went down and frustrations still but for most part I got through this year with minor new scars. Once I embraced the storm conflict vaping the shit is becoming second nature. I still have nightmare memory visions some times but I get through it better then last year.

To the matter of masks. I fucking hate um. For two reasons. One I just realized recently a reason for a strange fucking rash on my face the bullshit mask wearing. I’ve had problems with skin shit for years but Covid mask mandates have put a number on skin issues. I figured it out though thankfully and I’m managing it better with twice a day treatment.

The mental shit is wondering if I can go one day without some bitch giving me shit because of the mask shit and wondering am I fucking breathing with the shit on. I have days when it’s fine and other days I got to take the shit off to catch my breath.

Weird plus side to all this shit. When I do take off my mask it’s usually in a outdoor safe zone and I can appreciate the spring air.

Safe zone: A area around people who won’t give me shit. A area indoors around people who don’t give a shit. My own damn home.

Weird and funny times were in but it makes you appreciate having your own space of peace and making you awhere of crazy fuckers are amongst us.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg