The name the punch clock gives as I dial in my number. As always, I am late. Choosing writing, and smoking before work. I’d rather type in my underwear at 3:34 than put my contacts in and get ready to punch in at 4. I go when I arrive. That time might be near 5. … Continue reading Accepted with warning.
COVID-19. I don't really want to talk about it. Enough to say it exists and is happening. But what this means, for the population; I really can not say. I am sure the social networks are storming. Reticent to even look. It's bad, I'm sure. Millions of voices, screaming. Here come the zombies We all … Continue reading #COVID19 — or a recipe to fight zombies