Must be something about this time of year, with its slight promise of sun and then days of snow and ice and the whole world closing in on you because every path away from your home is icy but we’re all still quarantined anyway because of a global pandemic and the ex-and-never-should-have-been-president is being impeached AGAIN but you know nothing is going to come of it because corruption, greed, self-interest and downright evil are rampant… Sorry, train of thought derailed. Must be something about this time of year because all of my facebook memories (I know we’re not supposed to like Facebook because it’s not cool and yet I do sort of love it, as a person who is terrible about keeping in touch with people, and we’re not supposed to like their memories because it’s manufactured nostalgia, but it would be better to call it history, I think, and I do love to look at it every day to see pictures of my youths as youths and the things I cared about.)

WELL, apparently in February, over all the years, I have cared about animals eating fruits and female musicians and dancers kicking ass. [ED. HaHa, it sounded like I cared about animals eating female musicians and dancers! Punctuation, so important.] I have cared about animals eating fruits, as well as I have cared about female musicians and dancers kicking ass.So if you need that in February, too, here you go…