Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Seventy Four: Dear god. It’s the longest street in the world.

A word, here, about keeping safe. The Christmas party moved online last night and was what I am going to call a qualified success. I had done some reasonably significant work in the leadup to try and obviate the biggest technical hurdles we were going to face. My thinking had been that this would be […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Sixty Seven: Enemy guns? Somebody’s guns, anyway.

Yesterday was great! Yesterday was so great! Today was… less great. As part of my ongoing quest to make Mandalorian fruitcake, I needed to get a new cake pan. The recipe calls for an 8 inch pan, and my only 8 inch pan is an absolute junkpile, and I wasn’t up for doing the math […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Sixty: What do you mean Beethoven wasn’t so great?

A word, here, about getting the ball rolling. I don’t know about where you are, but Christmas decorations started going up very early in my neighborhood. It definitely helps that it was something like 65 degrees last Saturday, but I had seen the occasional house with lights out as early as two weeks ago. I’ve […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty One: These communists are all cowards!

A word, here, about staying informed. After a year or so of shopping at Costco, I have developed something of a plan. As I have noted before, Costco is sort of like Disney World. It’s way too big, and full of awesome stuff you want, and you can end up blowing through your entire wallet […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Eighty Nine: That wasn’t very sporting, using real bullets.

A word, here, about unfortunate turnarounds. I mentioned yesterday that I had a retail experience last weekend I did not enjoy. This is the thing I hate the most about Coronaworld. Well, the second-most, after the whole “virus that will probably make me die a horrible death alone in an isolation tank if I get […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Ninety Nine: Come with me if you want to live.

A word, here, about differing perceptions. My CSA comes on Tuesday, and after the more or less disaster of the last batch, or as some might call it, “what happens when you don’t learn how to store fresh vegetables,” I’ve made a concerted effort today to make sure I can use everything I’m getting in […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixty Four: We’re still young but we are getting older.

A word, here, about enforced changes. I’ve been working off and on for weeks now on converting my old bedroom into an office. It’s slow going. It’s slow going party because I don’t put time into it as often as I’d like, but it’s also slow going because there’s a lot of work required to […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Eight: I wish I could say that I’ve got no regrets.

A word, here, about social distancing. I was planning to write about something else, but after a week in quarantine I finally got to go to the grocery store today, and the experience demands, I think, an immediate response. One of the few good things to come out of the recent upheaval is that I […]