So this is a Covid Christmas. I awoke to news of food lines, moms fearing eviction and an explosion in Nashville. I have friends dreading the day of memories they know they will remember. Memories of when they were with their parent for the holidays, the parent who passed away in a hospital far from the kisses and hugs of their loved ones. They said goodbye via a video chat. Too many of my friends have that day ahead of them today. My kids are safe but not without worry. They all are already in unemployment limbo as they wait for the State of Tennessee to approve their extension but it will not matter much if the Covid relief bill is not signed by midnight tonight. I'm not good at pretending - It is hard to be in the Christmas spirit with all of this happening - Happening during a time we're stuck in the upper level of the home we rent while we await the renovations to be completed after toxic mold has been remediated. No, you can't make this shit up. There are no p