Feisty Quill
I wrote this three weeks ago (ish), so you can quite reasonably assume all the numbers to follow are much higher. Bigger. More, is what I’m saying… It’s amazing! It’s splendid! There is, apparently, no such thing as Covid in San Diego. Well, sure, there IS Covid, but nobody actually DIES from Covid. At least […]
Jesus journeys to Heaven, and Feisty wonders who made the first-ever Easter Brunch?
I dreamt that I was in an action movie with corona virus. I don’t mean that I had corona virus, it was more a “me versus the virus” action movie. Except you can’t fight a virus with guns. At one point in the virus action movie dream, I was in a Del Taco. I was […]
Holidays are hard. Stay home, be grateful, stick around for next time.
You will immediately know why I am not particularly sad for the Trumps now that out President has tested positive. Then, together we all learn about three kinds of tears.
What is “older?” Do we really need shoes that light up, and, if so, why don’t they come in adult sizes? Obnoxious noises are, well, obnoxious.
Gushing about my incredible niece, dreading the fact I have to get out of bed for another Covid day.
I prefer carrots to parsnips and honeydew to cantaloupe. I discount the value of gazpacho. As it turns out, those Covid numbers keep going up, too.
Time doesn’t mean anything. Time is surreal. If I have more “free” time than ever, why does it take me 4 hours to make breakfast?
Covid numbers keep rising. Wouldn’t it be nice to just get back to normal and see family and friends again? Sure, except that people keep dying and stuff.