Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Seven: I’ll tell you something; I am a wolf but I like to wear sheep’s clothing.
A word, here, about blowing off steam. It seems that smoke alarms now haunt me from beyond death. Sitting here in my office earlier, I heard a vague noise from up towards the front of the house. I was getting ready to head to my consult with the oral surgeon who is going to remove […]