Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty Four: You’re seeing a whole team of psychiatrists, aren’t you?

A word, here, about careful language. I got my brain stab this morning. This is slang for a Covid test I had to get today prior to my procedure this week. In telling the story to Nick and Reg, I forgot that my nephew is six and in linguistic terms is still very, very literal. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty Two: You didn’t trick me. I repeatedly asked you to stop.

So, Florida. Things here go pretty alright. My sister and I went on a major shopping expedition earlier this afternoon, in which I only forgot like three major things. She does all the cooking down here the rest of the time, so while I’m visiting she gets the week off and I’ll be making all […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Ninety Seven: He’s a strong man but is unsure about his religion.

A word, here, about thinking things through. I had my first in-office medical visit of the plague era this morning. It could have gone better. For a few years now I’ve had this thing with my left ankle. It started out as tendinitis, and with some treatment and orthotics it more or less went away. […]