Or, wait, no. Strike that. Reverse it. I give you my last 3-ish weeks in bullet points. Because moving is fucking exhausting, you guys, and I can’t handle a narrative right now. For serious. We moved. No, let me be a little clearer, because I don’t think “we moved” really covers it. We moved from… Continue reading You got the bullets, I got the time.
I get Carole King’s “I Feel the Earth Move” stuck in my head a lot. I think it has something to do with the rhythm of my dishwasher’s rinse cycle. Anyway, I hate that song with a burning passion. Would you like to know why? OK, I’ll tell you! Aside from the banality of the… Continue reading The One With The Jam Plan