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 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 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 Fifty: Either you’re part of the problem or you’re part of the solution or you’re just part of the landscape.

It seems like with the snow mostly gone the entire world decided to make a day of it in Jenkintown. I’ve been out and about today for the first time since Wednesday morning and holy SHIT is this street mobbed. There was, for the first time in the two weeks I’ve been here, a line […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty Seven: This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

Ow. Ow ow OW. My ankle hurts in a NEW way now, and it hurts all the time, but I am told this is good. Most people who undergo this procedure get the debridement in one or two places. I got it in seven. After the procedure my surgeon came to the recovery area and […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Seven: I bought the airline.

A word, here, about changing circumstances. I’ve been having some oddly unpleasant dreams lately. That in and of itself is not especially weird, for me. I’m not talking nightmares here, not in the recent past at least, but the experiences I want to say the last week or so has been different enough from normal […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Seventy Eight: I have eight bosses right now.

I had my first day at the new job today, and it turns out when you’re an actual employee and not a hired gun, things go a little different. As a contractor/consultant/whatever, you’re always expected to produce from day one. Today, once I got my new equipment and stuff set up, my boss basically told […]