1. Some time after Christmas I went out on my back porch to enjoy a steaming mug of coffee and realized someone’s drone was stuck in my tree. The tree right outside our upstairs bedroom window. Nobody’s come to claim said drone, and I now spend my morning back porch
Coolcoolcool, so while I was sitting here waiting to decide if my symptoms (shortness of breath, hyper-vigilant edges with gooey fatigued interior, sweaty feverishness) indicate a) Coronavirus or 2) hypochondria or C) impeding panic attack, I remembered I forgot to tell you a tiny tidbit of embarrassment. THIS WILL NOT
Coming at you fresh from that dream where you get drunk and do something extraordinarily stupid. Then wake up gasping from the horror of it all, and your body feels hung over, and you at once believe it was all real, ALL OF IT. OMIGOD, I DONE FUCKED UP, LIFE
MOTHERS DEAREST I mentioned on FB, a week or so ago, my mother-in-law got very sick and had to go to the ER. From there, she was transferred to the hospital, where she stayed five days. While there, PG&E cut the power to her house for fire safety concerns. My
Life is generally better lately. At least in the sense I am getting out of bed more easily these days, not in the sense that America isn’t on fire and 2020 can’t come fast enough. But I’m here for the small things, if only to sustain me for raging against