Journal of the Plague Year, Day Eighty Three: This story shall the good man teach his son.

A word, here, about editing. I recognize that even by my standards this is VERY inside baseball, but we are going to talk about the merits of various cuts of Shakespeare plays. I will not be apologizing for this. You knew I had a temper when you married me. As we have discussed, I’ve been […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Nine: Our doctors say this is no time to bleed.

A word, here, about things evolving. I don’t recall if I specifically wrote about it here or just talked with people about it, but at some point around week two or three of this, when it seemed like things would be back to normal by about now, I remember saying, “man, I wonder how rough […]