Friday 12/26/24
I am, as Bob Cratchit said, behind my time. There's a lot to get done, so I'll be quick here. On Wednesday I spent what was my thirteenth Christmas in a row alone. No one else could endure this. But that's why this journal, this record of my life, takes its name from the quote, "Heroism is endurance for one moment more," because this is many moments more.
It's either going to stay as it is, get worse, or get better. I try to look at things as simply as possible sometimes. For each of the the last thirteen years, my life has gotten worse. And the better I get, the worse it gets, because that's the reality of how it goes with what I am and become and what this world is and what it becomes.
These are just some early Christmas morning photos and videos (if the videos post; I've not uploaded any directly here before). Just some visual evidence of the trying to keep going and a peek at what some of a Christmas here looks like for me.
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