Sundays are in danger

Sundays are in danger of wholeheartedly turning into the I-am-dreading-Monday day of the week. I wake up and immediately start to worry about what I need to accomplish before having to go back to work the next day, which includes not just regular work, but also what I have to do in terms of completingContinue reading “Sundays are in danger”

Cleanup on the aisle of atrocities

Never in a million years did I think I’d become a fairly regular reader of that bastion of liberals and glorifier of a city I don’t even particularly like, the New York Times. Yet, here I am, reading it, without any shame or remorse. I also never thought I’d categorize myself politically as a liberal.Continue reading “Cleanup on the aisle of atrocities”