Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Sixty Two: I’m trying to understand why you think a marital Brexit should be a great opportunity.

Taking my trash out this morning was awesome. For one thing, I don’t think I mentioned, yesterday was my first day out of the walking boot since my ankle surgery. My big walk was from my parking space back to the apartment, about two blocks. I think when I go to the store today I […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Seven: That’s not how the Force works!

There is a theory that our universe is actually an enormous computer simulation created by beings in some other, outer universe. I’m starting to think there may be something to that, because a six month run of comically-unlikely occurrences have ended up with me living on a streetcorner that, by any reasonable measure, seems suspiciously […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Six: A man with your responsibilities reading about the end of the world.

It’s over. The movers came. The movers packed. The movers moved. The movers unpacked. The movers left. Tomorrow is getting the internet set up. My office. The kitchen. Putting together furniture. Buying lamps – more about that a little later. Well, hopefully tomorrow. There’s a good chance I’m going to sleep for about a week. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Two: America has finally produced a genius who can play the minute waltz in 50 seconds!

I got my first shot today. The experience was, I think, about as positive as it could be. I had to go to HUP – specifically to the Perelman Center for Advanced Medicine – so I could get my shot in what was, it turned out, a repurposed employee café on the 15th floor. I […]