Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eleven: The seaweed is always greener in somebody else’s lake.

A word, here. about making it count. The good news is that the “waking up early in the morning” deal is still working. Even on the weekends, and even when your friend tells you that you will get an extra hour of sleep when you won’t, managing to be up by 6AM every morning is […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Forty Nine: I’ve got this feeling deep inside of me.

A word, here, about noticing things. I have come to this unusual place where I REALLY love the weekend. Where I eagerly look forward to it. But it’s not in that, “oh god, I’m finally away from work, I have time to myself” sort of thing that I imagine the weekend was for most folks […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Forty Seven: This is the time to stare at the skies and wonder.

A word, here, about self-care. I felt pretty good about the It piece I posted yesterday. I felt MENTALLY good about it. I did not feel physically good about it. In point of fact I felt fucking awful about it. That post, in all its nonstop three-thousand-word glory – appropriate given the subject, I think […]