January 4th came around and I was already tired, beat, and a little out of my mind with grief. I never thought much of end-of-the-year activities holding such an outcome. Nevertheless, there I was, holding my dog for his final breaths, tears streaming down our faces.

Welcome to Musing Interruptus. Life and death are two of the most natural events I can think of. Sex is another, but we’ll save that for another installment. Life and death… things we are certain of, unless confronted by Morpheus in the Matrix with some groovy pills.

Day 12, year 2022. I remember the precise moment when he said, It can’t get any worse than this. I immediately glared at him and said -oh please don’t do that. You should know better by now. I am well aware that those words are not magic, nor did they instigate the forthcoming events. The Christmas ...