Hey 19. (I don’t like Steely Dan, but can’t resist  wordplay.)

Hey 19. (I don’t like Steely Dan, but can’t resist wordplay.)

Is this still happening? Apparently so – there are over 800,000 people known to have coronavirus, as reported by their national and state health departments. From that macro picture to the micro: I keep seeing strangers on Twitter recounting the deaths of their...
Day Sebenteen. No change.

Day Sebenteen. No change.

When I was a kid, whenever my dad wanted to exaggerate something he used the number 17 – like, “they’ve got 17 million of ’em!” Or “I suppose you’re going to eat 17 of those!” He pronounces it “Sebenteen”...
Day What? Not so sweet 16.

Day What? Not so sweet 16.

Bad sleep, no blogging, and a day without either meditating quietly OR jumping around like a goofy idiot have taken their toll. I wanted to start this blog before I did all the right stuff, to see if by the time I finish it, I’m feeling any better. Because right...
Day 13. Who needs a party?

Day 13. Who needs a party?

It’s Friday and time for something social. As present circumstances demand, something a bit weird but let’s give it a try! After all, we’re all in the same boat – like a cruise ship the size and shape of planet Earth, floating around looking...
Day 12. Zodiac Day.

Day 12. Zodiac Day.

No reason it’s Zodiac day – I’m not into astrology, nor am I a serial killer, or a particular fan of fast inflatable boats. I just thought it sounded cool. Really busy day today. First, I had to re-watch my sister’s cat (Stevie Ray, in case you...
Day 11. Desperation hits.

Day 11. Desperation hits.

I know what I did was wrong. I can’t un-do it. Thirty years ago I accidentally saw Martha Stewart while flipping channels. She was making saltines. She had a special tool that punched the little holes. I have referred back to that moment ever since: seeing...