Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred One: You know, it’s not that I’m just so desperate to celebrate.

A word, here, about bucking convention. It’s January 9 and my Christmas decorations are still up. This is, understand, very unusual for me. Over the years I became someone who was very, very adamant about taking the decorations down on January 6, the traditional 12th day of Christmas. Not because I hate Christmas decorations; quite […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Two: You can’t wear black. It looks like you’re going to a funeral.

Tonight is literally going to be the first time in 43 years I’ve been alone on New Year’s Eve. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Sitting here today I haven’t quite been sure how I feel about New Year’s in general. With I want to say two exceptions I’ve been going to the […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty Eight: How many lawyers did you go to before me?

I head back to Philadelphia tomorrow, 0600 hours. Something I would not have guessed before I got here, though I probably should have guessed, is that there is definitely something to be said for living in a house with other people. A slightly BIGGER house with other people might be an improvement, perhaps, but one […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty Five: I’m not a baby! I have a pension!

A few years ago, folks might remember, I spent one Christmas Eve baking for 7 hours straight. After this event, I said, “note to self: on future Christmas Eves, do not bake for 7 hours straight.” Well, it’s a little after 6, I’ve been cooking in one form or another since about 11:30, and I’m […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty Four: How many lives is the knowledge I possess worth to you?

So. Yesterday’s shenanigans. Regular readers may recall that back in the summer I wrote about my desire to get the Ahsoka Tano lightsaber hilts from Galaxy’s Edge, how I wrestled with the notion of getting them or not, and decided that I would save up the money for all those months and, when the time […]