No party without you
I’m here to tell you that your tardiness is no problem. It’s OK to miss the tidal wave of a trend. It’s OK to take your time. It’s OK to be late to the party, as long as you party with us whenever you get here.
I’m here to tell you that your tardiness is no problem. It’s OK to miss the tidal wave of a trend. It’s OK to take your time. It’s OK to be late to the party, as long as you party with us whenever you get here.
It would be a strange thing not to acknowledge that strange things are happening. Unsolved Mysteries has returned.* Tiger King now seems like ancient retro viewing (we were so young then!). Ordinary people are becoming opinionated experts in virology. And galumphing hordes of cats are getting adopted in strange and wondrous ways.
It has come to my attention that the verb “flex” has returned to popular parlance. This pleases me — and at least 100 cats I know — immensely.
Cats are the mammalian equivalent of Swiss army knives. They are multi-faceted and fill niches in our world that haters could never begin to imagine.
What do you do with the remnants? More urgently: what becomes of you when you realize you’re a remnant?
Silver linings are of utmost importance right now. Finding the happy and clinging to it is central to self-preservation.
In times of tumult, we need brave, tender leadership. We need a face full of light, a heart full of love, and a strong, sturdy spine that remembers how to dance. We need (so very much) humility. We need someone less like an emperor and more like a Town Councilman.*
Things can get heavy, huh? I’m talking global pandemic blues; tears for our country and world; the continuing crisis shortage of Cherry Zero; and the million million little and large agonies of ordinary life.