Hey, hang on, Folks. Right? Jesus, some days are just too much. I’m really trying to stifle very violent future thinking and escapist fantasies but I don’t want to be one of the ones that ...
Read More →Dispatches
Total Dread.
Sad, bleak, lightless days, People!Bake a cake. Make some bread. Watch a movie. Shit is not getting better anytime soon, if ever. Stay in the present. No future thinky, ease up on the past thinky. No ...
Read More →A Robin.
The darkness keeps coming, People! But the weather has been great where I live. It’s hard to reconcile. Encroaching societal/economic collapse, the oncoming environmental apocalypse, the plague and ...
Read More →Eating My Feelings.
Too much bread and cake, People. It’s got to stop. I made cornbread for no reason and ate it. Then Michaela Watkins and her husband Fred came over a day later with a shit ton of food from Bavel ...
Read More →It Bends You or Builds You.
Hanging in, People. Someone brought me a banana bread. A big one. So, that’s happening. I froze half of it thinking that would slow me down but it’s pretty easy to just get a piece out of the ...
Read More →Relentless.
Wow, relentless, People. The full-on brain fuck of this current moment in history is fucking RELENTLESS. It’s seemingly out of our control because of the mass popularity of stupidity and believing in ...
Read More →Up and Down.
On and on it goes, Folks. Waves of grief. Vet visits. Covid paranoia. Home cooked bread. Up and down. It’s been so long since I’ve had any good news, really. I think I’d forgotten what it ...
Read More →The Original Crew.
I really don’t know if I can take it, folks… So much loss around. Global and national on the macro and it keeps coming on the micro. I’m just trying to wrap my brain around accepting that ...
Read More →Seeing Signs.
Ebbs and Flows, Folks. I’m ok. Wait… I am okay. Monkey is okay. Kind of. I took the old man into the vet thinking he was pretty much on his last legs, which he is, got him his shot of cortisone ...
Read More →Processing.
Onward into it, People. Week Four of this horrible process of grieving for me. Week Three of the protests and grieving in the streets. Year Four of the grieving for this country under this ...
Read More →Loss.
Trying to deal, People. I’m able to breathe a bit, finally. So much sadness was inside of me and not coming out it was literally hard to breathe. I’m getting some air now. I’ve been crying on and ...
Read More →Thank You.
Thank you, Listeners. I mean that. Thanks. I’ve gotten literally thousands of emails from you and it really helps. I’m not great getting my emotions to the surface once they’ve started to ...
Read More →Testing.
How’s it going, People? Another week of weirdness and fear and not knowing. Tiring. Though I think I’m getting used to it. I don’t know if that’s good. It was a quick adaptation to wearing ...
Read More →Something Has Relaxed.
What day is it, People? What time is it? Does it matter? No. It’s an odd feeling when no day is any different than the other. At least for me it isn’t. There is something freeing about this ...
Read More →Counterintuitive.
Jesus, we’re still in it, People. Will be for a while it seems. It’s strange. I just realized I have not watched one of the President’s briefings. Not one. I’m not even avoiding them. I ...
Read More →Squirrelly but Grateful.
Getting squirrelly, Folks? Yes. It’s getting a bit weird. People are coming untethered. People are starting to snap. Many people are in big trouble financially. People are sick. People are dying. ...
Read More →Ventriloquism.
Chaos and quiet, People. Interesting combination. Here in the house and out on the street, peace. Down the street in the ER and in the hospitals and urgent care clinics, chaos. Pain. ...
Read More →Nothing But Time.
Lock down, PeopleI don’t even know how long it’s been but I know it seems like it’s been longer. I do like the quiet. I like knowing I’m not missing out on anything. I like that I’m not sick. I ...
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