Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty Two: And here I was hoping you were about to wax lyrical about the romance of flight.

The thought has occurred that moving in February was not necessarily the best idea. Barring some sort of unusual circumstance I am sort of locked into this moving cycle for some time now, and the last week has demonstrated that moving in February is not the best plan in the world. This entire thing – […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty Nine: Luck don’t live out here.

Winter is just about here, and my official position on winter is, “ugh.” One of the things growing up that my mother… I don’t want to say “taught” me, that’s far too formal, let’s say something I absorbed from her, was this notion of “when you turn on the lights you also close the curtains.” […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Eighty Two: It sounds like a compliment, but really it’s an insult.

A word, here, about the turning of the world. There is a noise, here in Ocean Gate, that I associate with the seasons changing maybe more than anything else. In a normal year, when we aren’t getting double-tapped by plague and climate change, there is usually a day in August or so when it’s not […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Thirty Nine: God created Arrakis to train the faithful.

A word, here, about improving conditions. I have the curtains open today, and that is a fantastic feeling. However much I complain about this place there are some good things about it, but temperature management is not one of them. It’s drafty in the winter (though not as drafty as it used to be) and […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Ninety Two: I find that answer vague and unconvincing.

A word, here, about changing fashions. It’s finally summer in Philadelphia. I think “finally” is warranted here because as near as I can tell winter hung on until something like May 18th and then “spring” consisted of three weeks of rain. And here we are. I have joked before, but it’s worth repeating: remember when […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Sixty Two: What have I done to deserve this?

A word, here, about overdue arrivals. Back in the day, before the plague and when spring was an actual season and not just an amusing notion between endless mild winter and brutal unrelenting summer, at some point in mid-April or so I would wish everyone a Happy First Official Windows Open Day of Spring. This […]