King Tut likes dystopia.
Humans have a remarkable ability to adapt to ‘a new normal.’
This isn’t how I envisioned a pandemic crisis.
There was a time, a couple of years ago, when I ran once a week.
I’ve been partially employed for a while, and the ends aren’t fully meeting.
Aren’t you supposed to be at work?
Mostly the reason I don’t want a dog is that I’m the first one in my house to get up in the morning.
Six more weeks of winter?
It’s the O in OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
As our soul passes through millennia of lives, we encounter the same circle of beings again and again.
“Stop fighting us Mr. Cann, we’re doing all we can to keep you alive.”
Tourette Syndrome. The tics I suppress with medications, mostly.
For twenty years, I heard snippets about Berkeley Springs.
People change. Over the years, personalities morph. They bend, adjust, reboot. Introverts become extroverted.
Redefine casual. It’s my new vow.
“Christmas? No, we’re not open on Christmas.”