Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Three: We have to live without sympathy, don’t we?

A word, here, about memory. I swear to god this happened, maybe an hour ago. I was sitting here at work, and I thought “oh, I should log breakfast and lunch into MFP.” MFP is MyFitnessPal, the app I use to keep track of my intake and calculate my daily caloric requirements vis a vis […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Thirty Six: What can I do to fill the want to see you?

A word, here, about boundaries. One of the things I have been slowly realizing over the last five weeks but really fully understood today – and folks reading this closely probably intuited this much sooner than I have – is that sweet Jesus I need boundaries. I need rules. I need structure. I mean I […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixteen: No one’s gonna break through the norm.

A word, here, about getting older. WordPress sent me a nice little reminder yesterday that I had posted something to this site every day for 15 days straight. I tried to think about the last time I wrote anything for 15 days straight and I’m almost positive it was my senior year of college. Spring […]