Afternoon. I am back on my perch in the living room while Carol is on hers, sleeping noisily on the couch.  It is a fall day outside, gray and rainy, the leaves on  the abundant and ancient maples on our … Continue reading →

For now, back into my long established writing slot of late at night—it is now coming on eleven o’clock—when the house is quiet.  The dog has settled into her bed, Carol is sleeping, albeit restlessly, on the couch, and I … Continue reading →

Regular readers of these posts will perhaps notice occasional time references that do not match the date of the posting.  I don’t know if this discrepancy is bothersome, but I thought it a good idea to explain why it happens. … Continue reading →

Near midnight after a mixed day, half irritating, half enjoyable.  The irritations involved dealing with caregiver relief scheduling difficulties and insurance reimbursement issues.  Spent my morning dealing with both.  I felt for a while as though I were again the … Continue reading →

Sunday night. I just watched an episode of Poldark on Masterpiece Theater. We always watched the PBS shows on Sunday night, Downton Abbey, of course, the mysteries, Sherlock Holmes, whatever was on. We would have after dinner snacks while we … Continue reading →

“”Like Sand Through My Fingers” was inadvertently published early, and has been rescheduled for its correct weekly date tomorrow, November 11th. To keep things moving along for those who have already seen that post, I am scheduling the next one … Continue reading →

Writing on my laptop after a late breakfast.  Carol is dozing on the sofa. In a unique way, as only Kafka can do, his “The Metamorphosis” explores the question of a person’s identity. Its first sentence announces without preparation or … Continue reading →