Welp. Probably a silly question, but how y'all doin?

I haven't blogged since 2016. Shit happened, and it kept on happening. That particular year was already a dumpster fire - several of my personal friends died, as well as a few beloved famous people (including my favorite fiddler of all time, Dave Swarbrick), and let's not forget the political circus that seemed to permeate every aspect of the universe. To top it all off, I was turning 49, and having a lot of anxiety about 50. 

I did eventually turn 50, and I was convinced my life was pretty much over. I mean, women over 50 don't generally have a lot of prime career opportunities, and I had already been passed over for a job IN MY OWN OFFICE in favor of someone literally half my age, so you can see why my outlook wasn't stellar. Plus, there was The Menopause, the weight gain, and the gray hair. Good times, indeed.

Then there came the decline of my mother's health, then my stepfather's, then my dog's, then my cat's . . . well. I was tired, y'all. I kept going like I always had, probably against my better judgment, seeing as how I don't bounce back quite as high as I once did. And then . . .

Well, and then there was 2019. We had car trouble with both cars *simultaneously* for an extended period of time (thanks Firestone; never giving you my money again), and then our dog, Luna, was diagnosed with immune-mediated hemolytic anemia, or IMHA for short. Basically what happened was that her immune system started attacking her red blood cells. The odds of survival weren't great, but we wanted to at least give her a chance. Thing is, treating IMHA is ruinously expensive, and we maxed out a couple of credit cards and took a hunk out of our savings (already dented because of the aforementioned car trouble). Lucky thing I got a raise at work that year, I suppose.

Anyhow, to speed things along: Luna died the day before Thanksgiving 2019. Holidays sucked. Mother continued to get worse and then decided not to pursue further treatment for what was essentially an untreatable condition anyway. She died in February 2020. Two weeks later, Nashville had a major tornado, and two weeks after that, the whole world shut down. I've been working at home for over a year now, and this past January, had to say goodbye to our elder cat, Buster, who had chronic kidney disease and just gave out. 

I never had to call and make an appointment for euthanasia before. I don't particularly recommend it, but I know it was the right thing to do. But as I'm sure most of you know, the right thing is often extremely difficult. I mean, if it were easy, everyone would do it, right?

So, it's April 2021. We have a new dog, Teddy Blue Roosevelt. He's a young Labrador who doesn't understand how large and clumsy he is. Working at home is great because I can take him outside during lunch for an extended playtime. (Playing with a dog in the middle of the workday is a great mood booster. I highly recommend it.) I've finally made friends with being in my 50s, and I've stopped coloring my hair, so don't anyone look shocked if you happen to see me with this graying mane. I did finally get a trim, so at least I don't look quite as unkempt as I did two weeks ago.

I have watched ALL the TV shows. I watched Schitt's Creek twice and I'm not ruling out a threepeat.

I guess the big question on everyone's mind now is, what's next? Will we return to pre-pandemonium Business as Usual, or will we modify the old ways using the lessons we've learned over the past year? But most importantly: will we get to continue working in our pajamas, with reruns of The Golden Girls in the background? Gawd, I hope so.

Y'all take care, now.