For the most part, things have very much returned to normal around here, inasmuch as living in a global pandemic can be normalized. Last night, we were snuggling up the kids. Conversation turned to past vacations, with some wistfulness for all the things we haven’t done in this Year of
Hey, it’s Covid season, so the first time you find yourself truly alone is quite a few days later, sitting in the car while your kid does an outdoor, socially distanced activity in the park. You’ve got an hour. You call one person. One person should be easy, right? One
At first, there are very few details about what happened. That’s OK. Better, probably. Obviously, work is cancelled for the next few days while you handle lawyers and relatives. You take a crash course in the workings of the criminal digestive tract as Aggressor inches through it. You make a
Shocked face over that last entry date. Didn’t think it had been that long since we talked. TOTALLY HONESTY TIME: I’ve been quite busy devolving into a thoughtless, unblinking, possibly lizard-like creature. My brain cannot handle the opposing truths Everything Is Completely Wrong versus Is There Anything Really Wrong Right