Tracking a Monday

​ If you didn’t do the Believe trivia event last night, you missed out. On getting crushed by External Affairs of the Heart. Mwahahaha. Ha. (I didn’t do the crushing.) As it turns out, I may be awful at trivia. I think I answered, three, maybe four questions the whole evening. I thought my head…

The Lost City of Ice Cream Men Sunday evening, we were talking about going to see The Lost City, and I suggested if the Teenager had no homework on Monday night, we could go then. She didn’t. We did. It was alright. Not as funny as I expected. Sorta by the numbers toward the end.…

The Category might be a clue, but I write these for my work audience, which is basically a silo, and thereby geographically limited. Some of the stuff won’t make sense if you don’t live here, or work here. I mean, nothing I can do about it I suppose. Weird trying to cultivate a blog audience…

Back during The Daily days, I’d always include a cartoon or meme or something to get, at the very least, a wry grin out of you. I mean, I hoped. Humor’s subjective. I sat there behind my keyboard imagining wry grins on faces. These lists came out of that goal. Obviously, your mileage may vary.…

Last Friday, I found a blue post-it note on my desk. It said, “Due March 8,” in thin cursive, and had a smiley face beneath the words. It was not attached to anything, though it did have some white paper melded into the sticky strip along its back. Clearly, it had belonged to something at…

How do you do a recap a calamitous morning without sounding like you’re whining? I mean, you can’t, right? You just don’t tell the story. I will tell a little. This morning, I drove up and down the length of Harvard twice. First time to take the Teenager to school. Second to take the Teenager…