I worked for years at University Hospital in London. So did my mOm. The joint’s now closed from top to bottomus due to COVID.
Meshugas regarding UPSUN briefly cleared up. Now I should probably prep and print the last two manuscripts in readiness for when I get asked for them.
I am officially going to be too busy to cause trouble for the next little while.
Moloch poem is now three chapters long. It will need brutal amounts of rewrites and editing.
Practiced, put laundry away, finished the letter to mOm.
There’s always the possibility this site won’t exist any more because I don’t or my estate quit paying the bills, but I thought it would be funny to post this.
I can well imagine drinking for a week after we get rid of Coronavirus.