Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Eighteen: You may also be interested to know it’s summer here, not winter.
A word, here, about happy memories. I forget what it was exactly, but something yesterday made me think of the “time zones” joke. A long time ago, after yet another collapse of yet another misbegotten love affair, I fled to Las Vegas for a long weekend. This sounds a lot worse than it really was. […]