Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty Four: I have numerous concerns spread across this state.

I’m settling in to life in my new locale pretty well but for one exception. I have spent the last 20 years of my life in places that are profoundly flat. Center City, northeast Philly, the shore. Hell, even the places I vacation like Florida and Vegas. Very, very flat. I remember on my walk […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty Three: The world doesn’t just disappear when you close your eyes.

I finally had my slightly-delayed actual housewarming tonight, which meant the kids and their parents and grandparents over for homemade pizza and shenanigans. This has blown an enormous hole in my efforts to keep the place clean, and if I want to go to bed with my housekeeping conscience intact I’m going to be doing […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty Two: I’m trying to understand why you think a marital Brexit should be a great opportunity.

Taking my trash out this morning was awesome. For one thing, I don’t think I mentioned, yesterday was my first day out of the walking boot since my ankle surgery. My big walk was from my parking space back to the apartment, about two blocks. I think when I go to the store today I […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty One: Can we try with real bullets now?

I have, at the very best, a sordid history with housekeeping chores. Now, in fairness, I have lots of sordid histories, most of them emotionally-unavailable brunettes. In this case, though, I feel like the word “sordid,” with its connotations of dirt and squalor, is much more fitting than in most of those cases. Toxic codependency […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty: Are you talking about a sense of my own mortality or a fear of death?

In the interest of expanding my knowledge, I went to a new Costco today. There wasn’t a whole lot of reason other than this other one was exactly the same driving time as the location I normally go to, and I also had to stop at the regular grocery store on the way home and […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight: It’s dangerous to be a honest man.

I really need this stuff with the old house to be over. When I was there yesterday to take (what I thought was) the last of the stuff to the storage unit, I looked around at how much was left to do/clean up. I thought about my leg for maybe nine seconds before saying, “fuck […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven: See then how that by works a man is justified, and not by faith only.

The word came today that Mike Shinn died. Mike was a few years behind me at LaSalle. I’m not sure if he was a freshman when I was a “senior” or if he showed up the fall after I left, but we ran with the same crowds. We had drifted out of touch a bit […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Six: But, then again, who does?

I am only just now starting to realize where the time goes. Before closing up shop for the weekend at work, I was talking with one of my colleagues about my near miss with Peter Mayhew at Celebration Chicago. I started by saying “I was supposed to get Mayhew’s autograph at Celebration last year…” before […]