Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred: The poor, half-alive bastards.

A word, here, about conflicting emotions. I watched the first leg of the League Two playoffs on Thursday, and the Chelsea-Villa game yesterday, and I unfortunately watched the second leg of the League Two playoffs today, and I honestly can’t figure out if I missed soccer or not. I know some folks did not, but […]

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. […]