Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty: I don’t speak Italian, but he ain’t happy.
Who says nothing interesting ever happens when I’m on the road? Okay, if we’re being honest, while I was literally on the road, I would not say that anything truly interesting happened. I am ensconced in my (very nice) motel room in Florence, SC, but getting here, while not interesting, kinda sucked. I made record […]