Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixty Nine: I bet you thought you were the love of my life.

A word, here, about changing your routine. The holiday weekend is upon us, and though it seems odd to say in Coronaworld, holy Christ do I need a long weekend. Even by our current standards I’ve been running on a ragged edge for the better part of a week now, and three days to just […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Forty Four: Where’s your head at with this?

A word, here, about interior design. I talked earlier about my troubles with my home office – in reality the distinction between my office-home-office and my home-home-office, a distinction I immediately regret trying to describe in this way – and how I tried to solve them vis a vis extra monitors and my piano-shaped object. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Thirty Two: If this runs aground we’re all in it together.

A word, here, about keeping busy. It has been suggested to me that one of the ways to fight off the incipient malaise that Coronaworld is causing me is that I need to be “doing stuff.” This seems like an odd suggestion inasmuch as it always seems like I’m doing SOMETHING. Even though I’m home […]