Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Four: You start to follow the money, you don’t know where the fuck it’s gonna go.

A word, here, about terminology. I talked yesterday about going on offense heading into 2021. Going on offense means taking steps, real actionable steps, to claw the life that I want back from Coronaworld. So yesterday and today I started working out what those steps could be. Some of them are easy, obvious things: just […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Ninety Nine: My wife, she has been most vocal on the subject of the pretzel monies.

A word, here, about careful planning. Back at the beginning of the plague, I dunno, I want to say week four or so, at the suggestion of a few friends, I restarted the Quizo game I ran at the Dark Horse. The game is on a temporary hiatus right now while I work on some […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Seventy One: Smash and grab job, huh?

A word, here, about predicting the future. Remember yesterday when I said I was going to go to the dentist today and get told I had tooth leprosy? Well… My fun first visit with my new dentist this morning yielded more infections and impacted wisdom teeth and root canals that need redoing than you really […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Sixty Six: Half of everything is luck, James.

A word, here, about newfound strengths. I got up this morning! The whole sheer bloody-mindedness plan actually worked! I set my alarm last night for 6:45, and when it went off this morning I rolled over, turned it off, got out of bed, and said, “alright.” And once I got back from the bathroom instead […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Thirty Eight: What I told you was true, from a certain point of view.

A word, here, about new experiences. I got paid today and it wasn’t stressful at all. If this has ever happened before I cannot remember it. You would think that getting paid would be a stress relief, but I’m recognizing now that it just morphed my financial stress from “I don’t have enough money” to […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Thirty One: I am no Jedi.

A word, here, about tackling new challenges. What began as an exercise in budgeting has turned into… not “hard” decisions necessarily, but stuff I am having to think about much more than I expected. I was warned this would happen, that once I started thinking differently about money that I’d start thinking differently about a […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Twenty Six: Everybody wants money. That’s why they call it “money.”

A word, here, about finally turning that last corner. I have talked in the past about how I am Bad With Money. This is not a new development. I’ve never been good with money. I mean NEVER. Not even close to it. I don’t know why this is. For a long time there I was […]