On Grief and Getting Back Up
January has been a bit rough for me. A close friend of mine decided to drop dead of a heart attack, and I came down with some kind of respiratory and stomach virus super combo the day after that. Driving across Texas for the funeral was extra exciting with my guts in such a state. Then of course, the Apocalypse officially kicked off last Friday. I have indulged in watching the Nazi-getting-punched video several times, as an antidote to the…