Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Ten: I’m old enough to be your messiah.
A word, here, about time. Getting old has been on my mind a lot lately. Not that getting old is all bad. I mean it’s not GOOD, but it’s not entirely bad. There are a few advantages. Three, as I’ve come to understand it: Even though I forget “things” at a distressing rate, I understand […]