It was a horrible year! There was a pandemic with infections, masks, lockdowns, isolation, fear--very zombie apocalypse. The horror was still president with all the adjacent horrors. There were terrible forest fires. I participated in a puppy mill rescue which was an honor, but there were horrors there, too.
I had anxiety dreams about terrible things happening to dogs and waking anxieties about terrible things happening to people and fears of infecting people through terrible accidents.
Taste: crisco thick bland grease, vegetable oil (this is how not to frost a vegan cupcake)
Sound: a roomful of silence, hours of mewling, the rumbling in her stomach
Smell: smoke, urine, feces, decomp; tar, in dream
Sight: yellow sky, haze
Touch: stiff hands
Quote of the Year:
“Well, the weather today is still dystopian hellscape.” — Sam
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