Like Joy to the World, but biblically accurate.
My friend did a wellness check on me by contacting one of my employees. He said I’m sure it’s the same year-end nonsense that all publishers inflict on their directors.
I thanked him and said I only have capacity for people I am paying, or those who are paying me.
I’ve never been so tired in my life.
Not in a bad way. Not a complaint in sight. Just … tired. So, so tired.
One thing I am happy about is going dead on social media.
I can’t way I missed Cindy’s 17x annual complaints about being the grand host of the holidays and acting like she wasn’t in bed half the time and up/complaining the rest.
That’s the beauty of a 9/Hermit year ending. I shed that snake’s skin and there is zero interest in seeing what Lizard Lady is saying to insult me now.