I don’t think there is a word in the English language – or any other – for that matter- that adequately describes how OVER 2021 I am.
As we part hurtle like an out-of-control juggernaut part crawl like a dehydrated snake in the sand towards the end of the year … I find myself utterly exhausted.
Exhausted I hear you say? You? You who still works from home. You who only works three days a week. You who hasn’t left her house in almost 2 years. How could you possibly be exhausted?
That’s the question, isn’t it? How can I possibly be exhausted? I mean, I go to bed early, I don’t drink as much as I used to, I’ve cut back on the amount of shit food I eat- I’ve done all the right things and yet… Every day I wake up tired. Doesn’t make sense.
My Husband is tired. My Husband is exhausted. He has a right to be. He works full time. He also must take care of me and do all the stuff around the house. HE IS THE VERY DEFINITION of EXHAUSTED. The next time you look up exhausted in the dictionary – don’t bother… I’ll let you talk to my Hubby instead. It’s easier.
The point is – This year has been exhausting. I thought 2020 was bad… No. Compared to 2021 the year 2020 was a doddle. A cake walk. (BTW: What’s a cake walk? What kinda footwear would be required for that? A snug cheesecake? Lace up chocolate cake? Hmmm. Anyway… I digress)
At time of writing – It’s as dark as you please outside. We’re supposed to be at the tail end of Spring, getting ready for summer – but no. Winter be like “S’up Bitches! Let’s hang! “
Winter was coming. More like Winter was coming and staying fucking put – Am I right?
That said… While it may be as cold as a witch’s tit most mornings, at least my hay fever has been kept at bay.
I’ve rambled on enough. If you’ve made it this far – congrats! Here’s a mint lolly. *Pats you on the back * Well done you.
Now it’s time to get into the nitty gritty of today’s blog post.
First .. I’ve been updating things. I’ve been updating FB pages, Twitter pages and resurrecting YouTube channels long thought dead.
Here are the links if you’re interested. Note, there is nothing on the YouTube channel yet. That’s not due to go *Live* for a while yet. But .. It’s almost ready. My plan is to kick off some point in December with the Sunday Editions – I’ll keep you posted!
In the meantime, can we talk – no CAN WE YELL ABOUT ALL THE CONTENT LATELY?! (IYKYK) I swear to God, every time I blink this week – there is a new post / article/ tweet that I must devour then and there on the spot.
As a fan of Sam and Caitriona (bonified “Bothie” here ladies and gentlemen) It’s been a non-stop rollercoaster ride of live streams, podcasts, interviews, book signings, cover shoots and even, EVEN a very small amount of fan interaction online -which has been incredible! We’ve gone from next to nothing (for months on end) to ALL OF THE THINGS and, I must tell you, it’s been very overwhelming (In a good way, of course)
There’s still more to come however, with the release of the 9th Book in the Outlander series “Go tell the bees I’m gone” the release of Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish new book ‘Clanlands Almanac’ ( Both Exclusive and signed editions) more countries around the world discovering the wonderment that is Kenneth Branagh’s BELFAST( and the stunning performance that is Caitriona Balfe),Sam’s Sassenach UK/ EU Whisky release and the MPC 2021 Year Book, plus a dozen other things besides .. . which amongst all the carry on and exhaustion of 2021 is something to look forward to.
Speaking of which (and it’s only going to be mentioned once) The carry on is boring. I am so sick and tired of people protesting. It does nothing. It changes nothing. These rules and regulations that are being put into place because of Covid-19 are going to be part of how we live – whether folks like it or not. That’s it. Accept it. The only thing protesting does it create more Covid-19 cases. And for every week there is a protest – there’s at least another 1000 or so covid cases the State of Victoria must deal with because people are too stupid to stay home. Don’t get the jab – cool beans. No problem. Just don’t go around in large protests spreading the virus everywhere and giving it to others. That’d be great, thanks!
Finally, (before I need to wrap this up as the sky looks ominous and I’m hearing whispers of a beauty of a thunderstorm in the not-too-distant future) don’t yuk someone else’s yum, OK? Seriously, don’t do it. If you follow me on Twitter (and if you don’t – what are you doing with your lives?) you may have heard me use this expression before. No. It is not mine. I *stole* it from a very talented Fic writer who, for reasons I cannot explain, blocked me on SM awhile back. Suffice to say, I no longer read her stories – but the phrase has stuck with me since I read it. It’s a great phrase and I use it often. And today, in this blog I use it to all those who think it’s cool to pass judgement on others or THINK you know better than someone else. Listen, you moonfaced thieves of joy – It’s not cool, OK? It’s not going to get you in the in crowd or make Sam and Caitriona crown you No.1 fan of the year, make you their bestie or anything else besides. What it IS going to do – is make someone like me get really shitty and call you out on your trash talk.
And on that note, I’m done.
Till next week, Deskers