There’s a bit of an influx of sensitive and tightly wound-up types. I’m not sure why they are coming out of the woodworks now more than ever, must be something in the air. I’m keeping the windows and doors open in my mind as this cancel culture fizzes out. In these times, we shut out the ones we love instead of engaging in jocund feastings and musings. I’m trying my darndest not to lurch out of my wide-open windows with my escape plan because I know it’s all projection and nothing to do with my adorably sprightful self. If you want to jump and rump into the fiesta with me, stay as long as you wish; if not, don’t try your party pooper tactics on me. They won’t work now, not ever.