The Bloody Doors Off

I’m done.

I just can’t.

The far-right has taken hold in Canada, disguising a “freedom protest” against Covid vaccines and mask mandates as an excuse to try to intimidate/overthrow the federal government.

Putin has invaded Ukraine, and apparently half of all Americans have forgotten what World War II was about, and if they’re not kissing his and Trump’s ass, they’re busy jamming legislation to investigate Trans kids’ genitals and take away abortion rights. Trump even called the invasion “genius”, and this is the guy the Republicans want as the leader of the largest “free” nation in the world. Even the Russian populace is revolting against this aggression, and so far, almost 1,500 protesters (and that’s a legitimate reason to protest, #flutruxklan) have been arrested.

I can’t write worth shit. It’s not just a writer’s block. I have zero interest in writing plays, short or long. Once-enticing online workshops just feel “meh”. Blog posts are few and far in-between. I’ve even lost interest in running Sing For Your Supper, a monthly online (for now) new short-play reading.

Even baseball. One of the few joys I can look forward to lifting me up from the winter doldrums is Spring Training. But the players are currently locked out by management and even though both sides are at the mediation table, it’s doubtful they will come to an agreement before Monday, and will threaten the start of the season.

To top things off, our beloved dog Auggie is sick. The vet doesn’t know the cause. She drained almost a litre of fluid from her belly last week, and it’s filling up again. It could be her liver, her heart, or … yeah. And it’s expensive as fuck. I have not entertained the idea of a GoFundMe because I haven’t contributed to others whose pets were sick, so why would you for us? We need to shoulder this burden on our own.

I’m sick of it.

Well and truly.

The passion is gone.

Maybe it’ll come back tomorrow.

The night is heavy, and full of wolves.

But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.