Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Twenty Two: Shake the hand that shook the world.

A word, here, about serendipity. It is only just now beginning to occur to me that I am going to have to learn new ways of living. That life will be different is part of the equation, obviously. That’s mostly the entire point of this exercise. It wasn’t until this morning, though, that I realized […]

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 Forty Six: Don’t lose your way.

Holy christ I’m tired. I don’t mean sleepy, though that was a problem today. I just mean wiped out. Mentally and emotionally exhausted. The news came last night that we were going back into quasi-lockdown tomorrow, so on waking up today I figured I’d best get to the grocery store before everyone else and get […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty Five: All we want is to feel like all we got didn’t cost us everything .

Oh man what a week it’s been. It hasn’t been particularly BAD, certainly not as weeks of 2020 go, but it’s been long, and exhausting, and after vanquishing the mind-boggling issues with my new computer – more on that a little later – I got a text from my mother informing me that we were […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty Two: The whole world is on fire, isn’t it?

A word, here, about sorting things out. Inasmuch as I am pretty sure that everyone who was going to unfriend me over the recent election has already done so, it’s time for some real talk. There is a sentiment going around that needs to be addressed. I need to address it, at any rate. The […]

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 Two: You owe me restitution!

A word, here, about changing times. I am not, broadly speaking, a Halloween guy. To be clear, I have nothing against Halloween or people who love it. I’ll do me, you do you, and it’s all good. Go on out there, wear your costumes, have a good time. It’s just not for me. I started […]

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 Two Hundred Twenty: Try three Italian starlets wacked out on benzedrine and grappa.

A word, here, about responsibilities. I got the email that my ballot was received and tabulated yesterday, so that seems good. I’m not super interested in talking about the election here. Talking about my particular politics here does not seem like a productive use of anyone’s time. Pretty sure it is very obvious where I […]