Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Six: But, then again, who does?

I am only just now starting to realize where the time goes. Before closing up shop for the weekend at work, I was talking with one of my colleagues about my near miss with Peter Mayhew at Celebration Chicago. I started by saying “I was supposed to get Mayhew’s autograph at Celebration last year…” before […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Forty: This is by a wide margin the least likely thing that has ever happened.

A word, here, about the turn of the universe. I had a weird moment last night of… confluence, closing a circle, synchronicity, whatever you want to call it. I have long held that yes, the universe absolutely sends us messages. There is no question in my mind about that. The question is if we can […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Fifty Eight: I want to feel how fast my heart would beat.

A word, here, about changing things up. If you had told me at any point in the last let’s say fifteen years that there would come a time when I would write something, anything, for 58 days straight there is no way I would have believed you. Even in my younger days I don’t think […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Fifty Two: How much did we lose to live this way?

A word, here, about figuring things out. I have been having a conversation with my friend Monica the last week or so about needs. I alluded to it a few days ago when I mentioned that Coronaworld is showing me in stark relief what I don’t need. What it doesn’t show, though, is what I […]