life from where i sit

Something in the mists of the morning suggest that it is going to be a magical weekend . . . ~ John Aaron
I’d become a hermit. I work from home, and that made it easy. I spent my days in pajamas and my nights in front of the TV. I didn’t shave anything anywhere in weeks, my unwashed hair was streaked with grey. I had my meals delivered and stole from my landlord’s garden. I began to [...]