How do we recover from feeling poorly? How does a nation recover from a pandemic? Where do we even start recovering our good nature, never mind happiness? Last time I wrote, I was grumpily, if resignedly, under the weather from my second Moderna jab. I foresaw no particular joy in …
A February-sized month — 28 days — has passed since I last wrote about covid-19 jabs (English), pokes (New York), and shots (most everywhere else, I suppose). Since the president’s inaugural pledge back in January, to fling wide Americans’ access to coronavirus vaccinations, the nation’s mood has changed from doubt …
Thirteen months have passed since we in Washington fled our offices and shops, games and gathering places. The pandemic touched other places first, and sometimes worse. Everywhere, it seemed, fear was in the very air we breathed. Where would this mysterious illness pop up next, or more frighteningly, who would …
Sometimes, things change for us personally, on a small but important-to-me scale. I got braces and now I feel ugly. I failed an important test and my score to get into college is down a point. My pet hamster died and I’m sad. Sometimes, they change for us personally, but …
As you’ve already heard me whinge, it’s been a bad couple of weeks for sleep around here. Some insomnia-triggers I bet are familiar in your household, too: Coronavirus health alerts. Oh great, now every time I eat a dodgy taco, I can worry about COVID-19. To say nothing of the …
Sometimes the only way out is through. (It was either Winston Churchill or Rodney Atkins offered the world this gem of wisdom, I forget which.) Taken as a kernel of corncob folk wisdom, I suppose you could do worse. Especially if the hell you’re going through is a combination of …
“In Michigan, protesters, some armed, entered the state Capitol, demonstrating against Democratic Gov. Gretchen Whitmer’s stay-at-home order as lawmakers inside were considering whether to extend the state’s expiring emergency declaration. Later in the day, Michigan’s House decided against extending the emergency declaration.” The Washington Post, April 30, 3030 Does anyone …
The world today is a whirlwind of delusional bleach remedies (some, alas, touted by the White House), grieving families separated from each other’s hugs by mandated safe distances, and increasingly ominous clinical reports from those on the medical front lines. To say nothing of tornadoes sweeping America’s heartland, while the …
As I’ve noted before in these pages, I’ve long been a poor sleeper. Takes me a long time to feel drowsy, and even once my eyelids start to droop and I’ve turned out the light, a longer time to actually drop off. Sometimes it’s body aches or pains. You should …
I meant to write a cheerful post tonight. After all, the skies were blue and sunny today; the air temperature mild; the cats mellow. Work went well. Happy things happened yesterday. I went for a walk today, listening to instrumental music as slow yet rhythmical as a healthy heartbeat. When …
