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 […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Eighty: It’s not my fault legwork makes you sleepy.

A word, here, about thinking ahead. As I wrote yesterday, I have started the final cleanout of almost 40 years worth of accumulated lifestuff from this house. Getting rid of furniture may not actually be the EASIEST part of this entire process but it’s certainly going to be close. At the end of it, all […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixty: Are you still free? Can you be?

A word, here, about interesting discoveries. I’ve only been running roleplaying games for I want to say five, maybe six years. I’m not sure what got me back into RPGs in general but it was probably knowing Chris O’Neill and being the beneficiary of his constant, let’s diplomatically call it “commentary” on the state of […]