Even my subconscious is confused by the pandemic lockdown because my dreams now
exist in the same boring, repetitive space where all the days run together and I
can’t tell one from
On a gray winter day the fur of the six deer that walked through the woods
behind my house blended in with the bare trees. Only their white tails were
visible when they
The check engine light is no longer the bane of people’s existence since we are
driving less. And the blinking 12:00 of a VHS has long since stopped blinking.
So what
The most ridiculous thing now that I put my hair back in a ponytail is that at
the end of my workday I take out the rubber band and shake out my hair.
Think of the fun you could have if you named your pet Insomnia:
* Time to feed Insomnia
* Come here, Insomnia (thanks, Deborah)
* I’m going to cuddle up with Insomnia