I have no idea when I am now. What day is this? What month? What year? I have no idea. It’s not the short weeks at work due to the holidays. It’s the isolation. There are no rhythms now, no structure. Days feel indistinct and indistinguishable from one another. What does Tuesday mean? Or Saturday? … Continue reading When Am I?
Author: Allyn
Based upon the sky at sunset, Earth’s orbit is taking us through the Mutara Nebula. Witness it now, for in three centuries a protomatter accident will destroy it.
A rainbow over Yoe this afternoon.
“At dawn, on the fifth day, look to the east…”
After work, I stopped at the grocery store, the Giant off Queen Street. I needed milk and bread and vanilla sandwich cookies. Though we’re three weeks past Christmas, there was a display dump of Christmas books. And it caught my attention. Oh, did it ever! “The boy! In the red poofball hat!” I exclaimed. I … Continue reading Going to Hell
My brother’s company was a sponsor of tonight’s Lynchburg Hillcats baseball game, so this morning I made the long drive down from Pennsylvania. Really, I could not have had a nicer day. The view from the luxury suites, with the mountains in the distance, was lovely. Lynchburg lost to Winston-Salem 5-1. At least there were … Continue reading Baseball Night in Lynchburg
Making an appearance at today’s Harrisburg Senators game, Daniel Striped Tiger! I was so happy I damn near cried. Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood was formative. As I tap this out on my phone, the Senators are losing 1-0 to the Reading Fightin’ Phils in the fourth, and it’s starting to rain.
Yesterday was stormy, and the storm front brought with it not just clouds and rain but a migraine that has left me pretty well incapacitated today. Ibuprofen somehow made me functional. Sunset today was pretty, though.
My sister asked me if I was interested in going to church, since it was Palm Sunday. “Well, I’m not going to burst into flame when I walk through the doors,” I replied It was a “contemporary” service, which I was unfamiliar with and was deeply strange to me. No familiar hymns, not much in … Continue reading A Church Excursion
Breakfast. Aunt Sarah’s Pancake House, Broad Street, Richmond. Strawberry pancakes. Yeah, this is what it’s all about.
Several days ago I took about forty-five minutes and reorganized my office bookshelf, the one with my epic run on PREVIEWS, all 141 issues to date. It had been piling up with Image comics I was never going to read, and once I cleared that detritus away the shelf looks quite nice. It won’t win … Continue reading Organizing the Bookshelf
Just a lovely morning. I had to run outside and capture it.