At Least They're Committed

. . . got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was . . . still on vacation! Aaaaah aaah-aaah-aaah aaa-ahh aaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaah! Won’t stay on here long because it’s Friday, aka my day. But cute story for Dez and… Read more

My split lip started bleeding before I left work, which is ever so sexy (that’s sarcasm) and yet might make me look tough and I do so enjoy coming across as tough (that’s improbable). Regardless, I have six days to heal thyself and I’m not just talking about my lip. Vacation, baby! “I’m free! Iiiiii’m… Read more

I’d been digging for a while and D, who fears his shingles are back, worked a little bit on the front yard with me, EBD had helped for a bit then needed to get ready for work. I wasn’t stalled by a lack of energy or enthusiasm; frankly I didn’t know what the hell I… Read more

A most curious and delightful thing happened last night. I was rinsing off after my workout and D informed me that he and EBD were going to run errands. DS was already off with his girlfriend and so I was immediately struck: I would be alone! Exhilarated, I quickly dried off, let my hair down,… Read more

I’ve not had much to say all day. But when at last I had enough energy to talk again, I said, “I’ve probably never said it, but how twisted is it that every time there’s a horrible tragedy, my brain screams, ‘my children, my children!’ They’re not my children, they’re God’s children.” “You’ve said that… Read more

“In a white room,” said Eddie Pells … “With black curtains,” . . . Cindy added. “At the station,” I said, not even looking up from my keyboard. I had that once. Make that twice. We’re standing on the corner of 14th and Lawrence. Charlotte, standing taller than us, says, “Remember this, it will not… Read more