Time rules life.
Walls are getting closer.
COVID-19 lockdown: Day 2.
I thought it couldn’t get any worse until I noticed we were low on Diet Coke.
You might want to drag out the ladder, the gutters won’t clean themselves.
Today is Friday, a day many feel embodies the noble spirit of mankind.
Empty shelves and good news.
Descartes never said it any better.
#2. Even though my elbow feels like it is on fire, it isn’t. I looked, and it seems fine.
Yesterday, I went to the gym. This is not a big deal, but it was the first visit on consecutive days.
Lunch of champions.
The aerobics of terror is from grocery shopping. My wife asked us to stop at the store, and pick up a few things.
If you can hide behind a word like “moderate” and cast doubts, you look as if you are only being reasonable, thoughtful, and caring.
We decided that having one person in charge was probably a good idea.
Understanding the shock and awe surrounding the Weinstein verdict.
Since I am “working from home” I had time to research an idea. Most of this research involved watching a show on the history channel that dealt with doomsday prophecies.