Who Wants A Letter?

As Texas just straight up reopens at 100%, I've had a lot of work to be done. Not only do we have Covid deaths, but there's also deaths from the reckless Texas drivers. In my time in Texas (it'll be one year in a few more days) I have seen countless people stop at a red light, grow weary of it, then just go anyways and weave through the oncoming traffic. I've seen people drive over the median, into oncoming traffic, to get to a shopping mall across the street (and pop the curb). I've seen so so so so many drunk driving deaths and incidents. I have a funeral every day next week because people are crazy, and we have driving fatalities because the roads reopened and it's Mad Max out there. SIGH.

One of the churches that I've done services at has confirmed cases and a dead priest, which is stressful since the governor doesn't see why churches should be closed at all.

I realize this post is mostly bitching about the state of the world. In other news:

I was thinking around December I will send out Christmas Cards to those who would want some weird turn-of-the-century cards that I always find at the local thrift stores, but also, the USPS is rapidly dissolving and I would like to save it. Not only for people who can't afford private carriers or our voters, but also because USPS is the only shipping service that will carry human remains for us for a reasonable price. Everything else is astronomical, or not allowed.

Who wants a fun letter from me? I promise I'll only talk about decomposition if prompted!