Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Three: If only we could be strangers again.

A word, here, about struggles internal and external. After two months plus of trending downward, new Corona cases have started to rise in Pennsylvania. I know this because I read a bunch of news today, which again was the horror show for my mental health it has been every other time I’ve broken my news […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Eight: We’re all in this together.

I was playing Trivia Murder Party last night when inside of a minute both of my parents texted me “are you okay?” I thought, what the fuck are they talking about? I texted them back, “huh?” This is how I learned what’s been happening in this country the last week or so, and what specifically […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Ten: Failing can be quite a breeze.

A word, here, about bagels. When I am diligent about controlling my intake, I usually have the classic breakfast sandwich every morning: egg, cheese, pork roll. Ordinarily I would have this on the fresh sourdough bread from the Giant. There have been some obstacles to food prep this week, as we know. Pork roll must […]