Five weeks of good grief
Week five. I have entered week five of misty distance from Tabby’s Place.
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Guest post: Paralysis
Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers are very familiar with paralysis, especially partial paralysis. We currently have several paraplegic residents, and we’ve had many others in the past. There will be more.
Holey week
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
Keep on strollin’
In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.
Tipping the curve
I’m not talking about that curve. You’re already doing your best to flatten it like a foul, fetid pancake. I’m talking about the creature that breaks the curve for all others.
Guest post: A cat’s journey
We are all in this together. I’m sure you’ve heard this countless times in the last few weeks, and it certainly is true.
It’s still Friday
“Happy Friday.” It feels almost sacrilegious to say it. But I’m convinced the real sacrilege right now is not to say it.
Fools R Us
We have met the fools, and the fools are us. Which, incidentally, would be a great name for a new store to occupy the old Toys ‘R Us locations.
The Lucinda cha-cha
Call the New York Times. I have a hot news tip. It seems not every day is going to be the same.
How long?
You and I and your congressman and Lady Gaga all want to know how long the pandemic will last. How long until we can hug, and frolic, and stand within six feet of one another? How long until we can shake hands, pass the peace, pass a Werther’s Original to Grandpa, pass a day without […]