Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Twenty One: You really don’t need a forensics team to get to the bottom of this.

A word, here, about the future. While there has been some planning going on for days now, and mild planning going on for who knows how long before that, actual packing of boxes started today. I’m taking very little with me. Obviously it’s going to end up being way more than I think it is, […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Six: It ain’t me you got to worry about now.

A word, here, about time and tide. I cannot speak for anyone else but this is far and away the worst time of year for me. There’s two reasons for this, primarily. One is that in corporate land, at least, from now until Memorial Day is basically one big unbroken stretch. You might get MLK […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty Seven: Sometimes the truth isn’t good enough.

Welp. I broke my own rules today, and that went about as well as you can imagine. Last week I talked about how I don’t read Facebook anymore. That’s only part of the equation. I am what I call “zero-internet” now. This means that in addition to Facebook and Twitter and their horrifying ilk, I […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty Three: Some damn fool accused you of being the best.

A word, here, about defining things. It’s November, which means we are more or less in the swing of the holiday season, however you want to define that. Let’s clear up a couple things here: it is known that I am a total nutcase for Christmas, but I’m not about to start putting up decorations […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty: That’s what you get for giving a fuck when it ain’t your turn to give a fuck.

Okay, I need to change my routine. The morning routine that I have created goes like this: Take medication Make breakfast Make a plan for the day Watch an episode of Pointless (or some other YouTube stuff) while drinking coffee Shower And at the end of that I am cleaned up and dressed and ready […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred: Chin up, shoulders back. Let’s see what we’re made of, you and I.

A word, here, about the future, by way of the past. And here we are, two hundred days in. Earlier this afternoon I was slicing up Costco baguettes to toss into freezer bags – Costco baguettes are delicious, and Costco olive oil is delicious, and the two together are fucking baller – and the idle […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Ninety Six: The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail.

Today was ABGT400. It was supposed to be in Mexico City. I’ve never been to Mexico. I was looking forward to it. The Rona had other plans. I watched the warmup party, and the main set from the Thames, and now I’m winding down with the Club Quarantine afterparty, listening to Dave talk between songs […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Seventy Three: Winter is coming.

A word, here, about turning points. The papers are signed, the searches are turned on, and checklists are being made: I am officially vacating Philadelphia. I am weirdly excited about this because even just a few hours of dealing with this today has shown that the next however many months are going to be an […]