Journal of the Plague Year, Day Thirty Nine: You can actually pinpoint the moment when his heart rips in half.

A word, here, about riding the wave. I have reached the point in all of this where I am making deals with the universe. Late last week, Thursday-Friday-ish, I was at a pretty low ebb. I wasn’t sure why at the time. But then, for some reason that was equally as unknown to me, I […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Thirty: How long to sing this song?

A word, here, about new experiences. For the first time ever today I stepped on a Lego with my bare foot. This is about as much fun as you’ve heard it is. How did this happen, you ask? A reasonable question. You may recall way back in the ancient mists of time – aka something […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Twenty Seven: I’ve said I’m wrong when I’ve been right.

A word, here, about weather. It was snowing earlier today, and I am having NONE OF THAT. I’ve been good. I’ve been really good. I didn’t drive to the shore when I wanted to. I’ve been avoiding unnecessary shopping trips – I’ve even been tightening my definition of “necessary” to try and be conscientious. Just […]