Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight: It’s dangerous to be a honest man.

I really need this stuff with the old house to be over. When I was there yesterday to take (what I thought was) the last of the stuff to the storage unit, I looked around at how much was left to do/clean up. I thought about my leg for maybe nine seconds before saying, “fuck […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty: Either you’re part of the problem or you’re part of the solution or you’re just part of the landscape.

It seems like with the snow mostly gone the entire world decided to make a day of it in Jenkintown. I’ve been out and about today for the first time since Wednesday morning and holy SHIT is this street mobbed. There was, for the first time in the two weeks I’ve been here, a line […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty Eight: Humanity has always feared what it doesn’t understand.

A word, here, about proper preparation. I watched Tenet last night. This was a long time coming. I had said at some point before The Great Translocation that Tenet would be the first movie I watched in this place. Then, for reasons even I don’t understand, I didn’t set up my TV for ten days. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty One: What could go wrong? Damn, I did not just say that.

Someday I will stop moving. Today is not that day. Tomorrow isn’t either. It doesn’t look good for Saturday. It is theoretically possible, though not likely, that I could be done moving on Sunday night, and settle into a nice routine of enjoying my new home rather than living in a warehouse for small cardboard […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Seven: That’s not how the Force works!

There is a theory that our universe is actually an enormous computer simulation created by beings in some other, outer universe. I’m starting to think there may be something to that, because a six month run of comically-unlikely occurrences have ended up with me living on a streetcorner that, by any reasonable measure, seems suspiciously […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Six: A man with your responsibilities reading about the end of the world.

It’s over. The movers came. The movers packed. The movers moved. The movers unpacked. The movers left. Tomorrow is getting the internet set up. My office. The kitchen. Putting together furniture. Buying lamps – more about that a little later. Well, hopefully tomorrow. There’s a good chance I’m going to sleep for about a week. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Three: How on earth can history get past people like me?

I have not been fully overtaken by the moving hydra. Not yet. In fact, I think I might JUST get past the sonofabitch. I am discovering reserves of ruthlessness even I didn’t think I had. Much like everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face, you can say you’re as sentimental as […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty One: Isn’t bravery always sort of beautiful?

No one ever said I didn’t possess vast reserves of ingenuity. I’ve got ingenuity coming out my ears. I’m practically Odysseus. I’m inventing useful shit without even thinking about it. This weekend, for example, I came up with a fantastic way to cut down on your packing and moving expenses, and I wasn’t even trying! […]