Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Two: You can’t wear black. It looks like you’re going to a funeral.

Tonight is literally going to be the first time in 43 years I’ve been alone on New Year’s Eve. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Sitting here today I haven’t quite been sure how I feel about New Year’s in general. With I want to say two exceptions I’ve been going to the […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixty One: The doubts we have only hold us back.

A word, here, about new experiences. As I have mentioned, when Coronaworld started I was about 2 weeks overdue for a haircut. That meant that by last week I was about 2 weeks overdue for ANOTHER haircut. It turns out that two haircuts behind is the spot where my hair becomes absolutely unbearable, so 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 […]