Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty: That’s what you get for giving a fuck when it ain’t your turn to give a fuck.

Okay, I need to change my routine. The morning routine that I have created goes like this: Take medication Make breakfast Make a plan for the day Watch an episode of Pointless (or some other YouTube stuff) while drinking coffee Shower And at the end of that I am cleaned up and dressed and ready […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Fifty Nine: You tell him I’m coming!

A word, here, about emotional transition. Yesterday’s piece may have been more of a peek behind the curtain than people were expecting. Or wanting, for that matter, but I can’t help you on that score. I originally wanted to write that piece, or at the least one like it, a good while ago. Back in […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Forty Seven: Trust what you dream. Not what you think.

A word, here, about professional jealousy. There have been a somewhat surprising number of positive changes in my life since the start of Coronaworld. There have also been a number of negative changes. That’s anyone, I think; I’m certainly not special in that regard. And I like to think that most of them are universal. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Twenty One: Why do you write like you’re running out of time?

There is a thing, which I have invoked before, where Lin-Manuel Miranda said, “you will have to say no to things to say yes to your work.” I have invoked it before but it’s only in the last week or so that I’m beginning to really understand it. Regular service may resume tomorrow. JLK

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Twenty: I am the one thing in life I can control.

A word, here, about strange reactions. Untrammeled honesty time. I watched Hamilton last week, and while I was also amazed and astounded by it, at the same time the whole experience was very demoralizing. Once I got past the initial euphoria of watching it, and then the euphoria of repeatedly dissecting what I have been […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Two: I’m sure everything will go horribly wrong.

A word, here, about positive anticipation. I forgot to mention earlier this week: my mom has been cleared to travel, and my parents will be heading up this way on Monday. They’re taking it slow, probably a 3-day trip instead of the normal two, so I expect them to arrive around Wednesday. I am honestly […]