Life in General

The regular guy dropped off my dinner last night. He looked at the slip and made a point to greet me by name. “I figured after this long I should know it by now”, he said. It’s been almost exactly a year of deliveries at this point. I laughed and told him he probably only…

Greetings from Friday morning, or what’s left of it. I believe they’re calling for a chance of snow overnight, but nothing to worry about. In true Rhode Island fashion, “chance of snow, nothing to worry about” can mean anything between the odd 64°F January day and a raging nor’easter. Who knows. The appraisal came back…

Panic, sleep, panic, fake it.