Broken: a vignette
She couldn’t believe that she had wet her bed. At her age? No! In her condition? Well, maybe not that unexpected. Worse things had certainly happened. She got up slowly,
She couldn’t believe that she had wet her bed. At her age? No! In her condition? Well, maybe not that unexpected. Worse things had certainly happened. She got up slowly,
I am toying with a new addition to this blog. Vignettes. To be honest, there was a fleeting moment when I thought that the book that I want to write
I don’t read enough. If you know me in person, you have heard me say this often. What I mean to say, actually, is that I don’t read enough books.
Oh sure, 2020. Let’s fuck around with everything a bit more. Let’s turn me into a walking cliche. Tonight I find out, via a gentle message in my inbox, that
(Side note: The long-term emotional effects of the pandemic are often on my mind, and will probably continue to be a theme on the blog for a while. I don’t
Level 3 We had a bit of a milestone here today as the country moved into Level 3 of lockdown. Retail is fully opened up except for personal care, and
I’ve never been much of a drinker. If there ever needed to be designated driver, I’d happily take the baton. Over time, that has changed slightly, and this year specifically
Yesterday our President spoke to us again, and announced that we are all moving down to Level 3 on June 1 (Monday). I have mixed feelings about this (the economy
Last night I was chatting to a friend, and he asked me what my plans were for the weekend. I had a quick and confident answer: “Tomorrow is my day.