Journal of the Plague Year 2020: Grief, Threat and the Carnal Pleasure of Song
Sometime after noon today, I realized I’d run out of dry cat food. Lyndon had been pointing this out in increasingly shrill Siamese tones, but I’d ignored him, murmuring, “I know, Buddy,” and thinking, I must have an extra bag of salty crunchy stashed somewhere. When I went to the trouble to look, I realized, […]