It’s been a mopey week here in the House on Literary Lane.
We were smacked with a snowstorm last weekend, and it’s been so cold that it’s just not melting. The icy coating on top of the snow is so thick that Murphy can run on it without sinking in.
WM caught something from school and I caught it from him. It’s not Covid or the flu, but it’s kicked our butts. I think I’m finally turning the corner.
A Philadelphia-area writer who I really enjoyed died this week. Dan McQuade was only 43 years old. Nobody else could write a story about living in this area quite like Dan. Defector is currently featuring his work. A few pieces from Dan which I really enjoyed are:
- One Last Trip to Philadelphia’s Department Store of Dreams
- A Mall I Loved is Going Pitch Black
- And a news blurb farom 2014 but it’s all Dan: Man in Employee ‘Hoagiefest’ T-Shirt Robs Wawa
The first two are gift links, but Defector is one of the sites that’s really worth paying for.
I went to the podiatrist (I have a podiatrist now) today and I have plantar fasciitis AGAIN. I’m never going to be completely cured. I’m going to have to shove insoles in my shoes and roll my feet on frozen water bottles for the rest of my life. It’s small potatoes but I don’t want those potatoes.
Liam, the 5 year old Minnesotan in the blue bunny hat who was kidnapped by ICE and sent to a detention center in Texas is sick. And the goons who imprisoned him took his hat away. Happy 250th America! Can’t wait until we’re booed at the Olympics.
And there’s another nonbloggable thing that’s taking up a lot of my worryspace. It should be resolved soon, and I’ll be relieved this time tomorrow.
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