it’s been six months
an extremely necessary mental health break, but also some stuff about Donny Dumbfuck
friends,
today marks six months since the passing of my wife Claudia.
continuing to write these daily posts has been for me an essential part of my grieving process. but every now and then, the profound sadness of it all becomes just too overwhelming — and so today of all days, I must give myself another day off.
I still feel adrift and unmoored, and I still miss Claudia so much.
let me once again take a moment to say thank you to the thousands of people who have posted, commented, private messaged, texted, and phoned to offer condolences. I love you all. I am blessed to be surrounded by an amazing, caring community.
thank you for hanging in there with me. see you tomorrow.
but wait, before I take off — this wouldn’t be a real post unless it had some serious Donnyloathing in it, so allow me to do a quick hit on yesterday’s Oval Bordello dog-and-pony show, in which Preznit Fuckwit surrounded himself with Stephen Miller, RFK Jr., and a handful emotional support randos, so they could watch him sign another unconstitutional executive order — this one to reduce number of recommended childhood vaccines.
the utter lunacy of these three abject morons meddling in shit they don’t understand just boggles the mind. who do these dimwits think they are?
how nice for Bobby Brainworms, to finally be achieving his lifelong dream of healthcare policy based on superstitious mumbo-jumbo.
why has that undead rat-bastard Nosferatu McGoebbels been given a role in setting childhood vaccination schedules? he doesn’t know dick about any of that.
creepy Stephen Miller claims that “nobody has studied” the scientifically accepted childhood vaccination schedule
what the fuck is he talking about?
the only time Nosferatu’s mouth should be moving is when he’s eating bats.
oh, and if Donny’s going to shit himself raw in the Oval Bordello, could he at least not sleep through it?
thank god the diaper nurse was standing at the ready to clean up afterwards.
it’s all so stupid. Dear Leader has no constitutional authority to dictate vaccination schedules via executive order. none of this shit is legally binding. it’s all just more performative dumbfuckery that will surely get smacked down by the nearest judge.
what a useless waste of everyone’s time.
let’s have us our Daily Claudia.
today, I want to repost the very first photo I took of Ms Spouse, forty-six years ago, in the spring of 1980, on MacDougal Street in Manhattan.
and I also want to repost Claudia’s final photo, taken on her birthday last February, four days before her passing.
sigh. I miss her so much.
if you haven’t yet read it, my eulogy for Claudia can be found here.
that’s it for today, I’m outta here. thanks again for hanging in there with me. I promise you that I am taking my own advice: practicing self-care and doing everything I need to do to keep sane. see you tomorrow.
here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
let me once more repeat my comment from previous days off, "by the way, I am very aware of how lucky and privileged I am. most people do not have a hundred thousand or more people who care about them. that has to make a difference in the grieving process. so, once again, thank you. I love you all"
Take your time, Jeff. We’ll all be patiently waiting. Much comfort be yours. ❤️