When I woke today I noticed, the smoke was rising fast, It smelled of caramel, of soil, of acid then it passed. The familiar grind, the low hum, of the work inside its shell, Was slow to start and wasn’t right, I thought “Oh, what the hell?” That’s when the panic happened. I realized......
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For the last six years the phrase “I like coffee, sleep, reality TV, Netflix and having a cleaning lady,” has appeared on the right-hand side of this page. Cue Covid-19. I am now the cleaning lady. It is not going well. There are lots of reasons to dislike the virus that is killing people......
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So, you overdid it on the toilet paper. I think most of us don’t understand that particular version of panic buying, then again, I don’t live close to the edge on TP. We always seem to have an extra roll somewhere. Panic buying chocolate I’d understand, however. I only recently had to buy an......
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We are isolated. Stuck in the house. I know I’m supposed to say safe in the house, and, I guess, I feel safe. But what I really want is to be back to my normal routine. One that includes cleaning ladies, quiet, shopping, and coffee shops. In the absence of that, I am forced......
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At dinner the other night, the family had a conversation about things we were fantasizing about. Besides the expected of being able to enjoy some freedom and the company of someone other than the people in our home, we had some general thoughts about things missed. I had actually woke myself up the night......
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