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 Two Hundred Eighty: I don’t speak Italian, but he ain’t happy.

Who says nothing interesting ever happens when I’m on the road? Okay, if we’re being honest, while I was literally on the road, I would not say that anything truly interesting happened. I am ensconced in my (very nice) motel room in Florence, SC, but getting here, while not interesting, kinda sucked. I made record […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty Eight: This is silly. As long as I get seven hours sleep, I’m cool.

Today has, thankfully, been less awful than yesterday. I recognize that “less awful than yesterday” is a pretty low bar even by my standards, but it’s freaking 2020, man. Give me a break. Any day that is less awful than the day before it is practically Christmas, and in 2020 if I want to be […]