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Holidays are hard for me to think about. I know that if you look them up you will find every day of the week for every day of the year is dedicated to some thing or another. Ninety-nine percent of them don’t seem to register with me. I get the big ones though - that is a lie as well.

Christmas was never much of a thing with me. I know, with me being a born-again Christian that should be a cardinal sin.

We did Christmas on the Saturday after it hit unless it actually did hit on a Saturday or Sunday. Then we did it after I got home. I normally worked nights, so it never did interfere with the whole Christmas morning thing.

I have forgotten my own birthday. I have forgotten it many times. I have had to be reminded when my son’s birthday is. It is a sad thing really.

There are two holidays I don’t forget. Thanksgiving and Easter. I don’t work either. Why? There is food involved. They both take all day to make the food and you spend all day eating as you prepare it. Yes, I get involved in the cooking. I am not one of those fellas who sit in front of the TV and wait for the women to make the dinner. Me and Yvonne get involved in cooking on these days. It is a lot of fun and I enjoy myself.

Now we have Father’s Day and Yvonne reminded me of it on Friday and my son called on Sunday so I couldn’t forget it. The day was a great success for me too. It was lazy. Yes, l-a-z-y. sometimes you simply need to be lazy. Just chill out and forget the world for a moment.

We have bills we have to pay of course and work that has to be done. If I have learned anything working as a publisher and freelancer is that you must always be hustling and working. Yet, it is easy to get burned out. Sometimes you just have to let go and let God. God has been handling things far longer and better than me and on Father’s Day I let go and let Him.

We watched an inordinate amount of a show called Rizzoli and Isles. Violated our Keto regimen. Well, I did anyways. I drank sodas, beer, and helped myself to chips and dip. Watched more movies and more TV. Unwound.

Happy Father’s Day to all. I hope your grilling or other activities went as you liked. For me and mine, it most certainly did.

I’m Ross, The Editor-in-Chief at The Pyrateheart Press and I’m out.