Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Seven: There’s no fate but what we make.

A word, here, about personal responsibility. I use the reminders app on my phone a lot. A LOT. Looking through it just now there are a surprising number of things I do repeatedly at various intervals. None of them are “take my medication” or “brush my teeth” or the like, I’ve finally managed to internalize […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Four: Who are you calling at this hour?

A word, here, about cleanliness. For someone who up until four days ago would routinely shower two to three times a day*, I am remarkably unobsessed with cleanliness apart from my own body. This is not to say that I DON’T care. I just don’t clean my immediate area two to three times a day. […]