Hi, Everybody! I’ve been croaking my way through laryngitis for the last few weeks. I sounded like a man/frog/space alien for long enough that I almost forgot what my normal voice was. Sad day. Well, now it’s back, Baby. I thought I’d celebrate by… Continue Reading “Reading ‘Paint Chips’”
Tonight I visited a friend in a psychiatric ward. Nothing dramatic happened. No violence or smelly rooms or scary people. Very little “One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest” stuff going on there. The halls were clean and brightly lit. The staff was kind. What… Continue Reading ““Just Gotta Love ‘Em””