The Nightlife Ain’t No Good Life

It’s been a helluva week. My car broke down, and I had to walk the rest of the way to work. I passed a murky pool by some rundown apartments and saw a sunken Tonka dump truck barely visible in the green water. By the time I got halfway to my office it was getting…

An Extrovert in Isolation

Six and a half hours. That’s how long I’ve been working from home as of this writing.   Due to concerns over coronavirus (COVID-19), most of my office has been instructed to work remotely. All of us really except for the most essential staff. My husband, whom I affectionately refer to as Tragedy because of his…