* Sigh. *
I got up this morning and read a little news, and of course Covid was a part of it.
For weeks now we've been talking about how it's getting worse and how many people are going to die before it gets better, and how we need to not have large family celebrations together.
Mostly I deal with it, but I made the mistake of playing a few Christmas carols. On came Linda Ronstadt singing a slow, soulful version of "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas".
Lord, did that make me teary-eyed and depressed.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all
Our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yule-tide gay
From now on
Our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
It's a good thing the beginning of the end is in sight. In the days of Covid, that song is ****ing depressing.