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 […]