Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Ninety Eight: If I have a heart attack I hope you know what to do.

A word, here, about things looking up. Some good news, finally. I had not mentioned it publicly as such, just spoken to a few people about it, but my mother went back into the hospital this weekend. She’d been having some trouble for a while now. After making some frankly unbelievable strides early on in […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Eighty Four: You’re my candle in a darkened house.

A word, here, about changing your perspective. I got new glasses last week, and because I am a decrepit old man I actually got two pairs of new glasses. One of the reasons I set up my home office the way I did, with multiple monitors, was that I couldn’t see my laptop screen. This […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Thirty Six: I try to see somewhere I can breathe.

A word, here, about paying close attention. I had a whole thing planned for today. As I went to bed last night I was thinking what a good mood I was in, and then I remembered that Thursday is payday, and how the last two Mondays before payday I’ve been miserable. I had theorized that […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Fifteen: Lately I’ve been singing love songs by myself.

A word, here, about maintaining standards. For whatever reason I have fallen into full-on stalling mode on all of my various endeavors the last few days. I’m not sure what the story is there. Could be moving excitement, could be my traditional self-sabotage, could just be that I’ve felt vaguely awful for four or five […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Fourteen: Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints.

I am in such lousy shape that I had to cancel Quizo tonight. I mean aside from the lousy shape I’m in generally; my guts went into open revolt around 5AM and that’s been a lot of the day since. I had initially assumed it was something I ate, but stumbling across a symptom list […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Ninety Eight: Please pardon our appearance while we renovate.

Not much from me today, unfortunately. I woke up with a minor twinge in the middle of my back that I put down to the catch-all “sleeping funny on it,” but a trip to Costco and a visit with the kids later and we are now in “anything but laying flat is super-painful” territory. Ten […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Ninety Seven: He’s a strong man but is unsure about his religion.

A word, here, about thinking things through. I had my first in-office medical visit of the plague era this morning. It could have gone better. For a few years now I’ve had this thing with my left ankle. It started out as tendinitis, and with some treatment and orthotics it more or less went away. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Five: The old girl may be barely breathing.

A word, here, about health. Something I alluded to a few days ago was that over the last year I had improved my physical health… I don’t want to say “impressively,” for literally no reason besides the fact that my reflexive self-loathing is at its strongest when dealing with things I am successful at.* Let’s […]