The Sunday Post, Issue #286
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The Editorial
Winter has unofficially descended upon us, and I can feel it creeping into my very bones. The skies have turned gray, drenching the earth in relentless rain that seems to echo my own mood. As if that weren't enough, I've been dealt an unwelcome companion: a whopper of a strep throat that decided to crash my party. I'm currently engulfed in a quest for relief, surrounding myself with home remedies that would make your grandmother proud. With a to-do list that's growing longer by the minute—errands to run, dust bunnies to evict, pies to bake, and the formidable task of cooking Thanksgiving dinner looming over me—I’m less than thrilled to be fighting off illness. Yes, I’ve been elected the head chef this year, and I’m not even sure how that happened!
In brighter news, my mother made it through her surgery on November 12th, and she’s on the mend. Thanks to all the well-wishers—your prayers and good thoughts really do mean a lot. This Thanksgiving will be a cozy affair—just my parents, an uncle, and me conjuring up a feast that’ll either be a success or a culinary horror show.
As if the universe needed to pile on more chaos, the ancient furnace decided to send its final wheezing breath into the chilly air. There were crossroads: wrestle with replacing the blower motor yet again, or fork over thirteen grand for a brand-new HVAC system. Opted for the latter, and let me tell you, the installation took all day—relentless hours filled with the clanging of tools and the cries of a bank account weeping. Yes, it was a financial hit, but in the freezing grip of winter, heat is non-negotiable.
On the Reading Block
On the literary front, my reading life has screeched to a halt—perhaps a tragic consequence of trying to juggle illness and domestic chaos. I’m desperate to dive into the sprawling pages of Tom's Crossing by Mark Z. Danielewski, a neo-western tome that looms over me like an unread guest waiting for the door to open. I’m targeting a review for my next Gunsmoke & Grit post on November 29th—if I can find my way back to sanity before then.
Fresh Off the Press
Despite my best efforts, the writing fairies were not kind to me in the last couple of weeks during my sickness and my mother’s surgery. I’ve only managed to crank out two reviews: the adult-western Blood Fever by Jake Logan, and the s4K UHD Blu-ray of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Some Final Thoughts
As I gaze into the abyss, Christmas is creeping up faster than I’d like to admit, and my mood? Let’s just say it's more ‘bah humbug’ than ‘jingle bells.’ Part of my holiday funk stems from a painfully light wallet and the fact that I’m nowhere near done with my gift shopping. Typically, I’ve got my presents plotted out throughout the year, but this time around, I’ve been derailed by everything from the nuisance of tariffs to a complete lack of inspiration. But then again, we all know it’s not the presents but the thought that counts, or so they say—just a little mantra to keep me company as I try to stave off the Christmas blues.
〜B.J. Burgess
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