House Broken

House Broken

“We can’t take you anywhere!” they cry. “We need to wrap you in cotton wool!” “You’re not safe going outdoors! Stay inside!” And that, my friends, is where the problem lays. I have been indoors; stuck inside due to a crazy pandemic that is screwing with people’s minds. I haven’t been venturing outdoors.…

Home Is Where The Hard Resides

Twelve months to the day after my last post here I was inspired to write another. Obviously, I didn’t. It’s taken another six months to … get around to it. In a series of fates? Ironies? Fuckeries? … somethings, anyway … Home got harder. The Eldest One, now adultish and…

Home is where the hard is

Home is where the hard is

It’s been a long and draining day. You’ve had to deal with more on your plate than you need, mostly due to the excessive number of morons on your plate. Time, energy, and effort have gone towards activities that amount to little more than stroking egos and reassuring precious souls,…

Broken

Broken

I am broken – both literally and metaphorically. You see, a few weeks back, I broke two bones in my foot – my right foot; the cuboid and a cuneiform. They’re two of the the bones that sit between the long skinny bones of the foot – the extensions of…