I’ve had a horrible cough for the last week. Classic 2022 tale as old as time, at home test informs me I don’t have Covid. Which, if there’s one thing I’ve learned this year is someone coughing and assuring you, “It’s not Covid, I tested negative” definitely has Covid. So
So I keep waiting to post until there’s a day when nothing really horrible happens, because it seems a little gauche to be all carefree and self-involved in the midst of breaking personal/national/international tragedies. Like, are you not part of the human fucking race over there, Anne? Do you not
Home Security called twice at 3:57 in the morning to tell me the alarm had been tripped. I assume that’s what they wanted. I didn’t pick up the phone. Because A) The alarm is on an empty haunted house in another state. B) Even if it wasn’t, my distaste for
My eldest kid went off to college in NYC a few weeks ago. We traveled by plane for the first time since Thanksgiving 2019. What’s travel like in this post Covid apocalypse, Anne? In the rows I could see from my seat, one person was not wearing his mask and