Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Five: Do I look like I give a damn?

I cooked tonight in the new place for the first time. This is not to say that I haven’t eaten the last three weeks. I have. And it’s also not to say that I’ve been subsisting on takeout either. I’ve made myself plenty of meals. Tonight was the first time I did serious Cooking with […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Nineteen: Of course, in our version, Caliban eats Prospero.

I do not want this to degenerate into moving.blog, so let’s sidestep for a moment into a favorite subject of mine: cooking. If all goes well, which more or less means if I don’t forget about it, I hope this is the first in an occasional series on the subject. I’ve been learning to cook […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Nine: Look what happened to the cook!

A word, here, about branching out. I have a bad habit of not doing the things I want to do. This is probably more like a “neurosis” or “debilitating psychological infirmity” than a “habit” necessarily, but I am casting it as a habit because improving or eliminating a bad habit is probably easier than fixing […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty Five: I’m not a baby! I have a pension!

A few years ago, folks might remember, I spent one Christmas Eve baking for 7 hours straight. After this event, I said, “note to self: on future Christmas Eves, do not bake for 7 hours straight.” Well, it’s a little after 6, I’ve been cooking in one form or another since about 11:30, and I’m […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty Three: What can I do? I am a figment of your imagination.

Well, it has been a day. Things here are going well, all told. I don’t mean to imply that they aren’t. Seven days of the four of us in this house together may not have been the best idea we’ve ever had, but for once that is purely logistical and not because heads are butting. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Fifty Seven: When I see your face I feel the sun inside me rise.

Steaksgiving went very, very well today. In fact, I’m going to be the one to say it. The thing most of you are thinking but can’t say out of fear, of your family or what it means for yourself is known only to you. Turkey is not very good. If you’re someone who loves turkey, […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty One: I’m like a cat playing a piano.

A word, here, about things changing. After less discussion than I would have suspected was necessary, my family and I firmed up our holiday plans today. The plan is that I am spending Thanksgiving here, and I am driving to Florida for Christmas. I am… ordinarily one would say “of two minds” about this, but […]