Shakespeare’s Sleep–Elusive for Some That was a post title from December 2016. Somehow, it sprouted amidst related posts, it seems. Must be time to repost it to new (one could hope) readers–slightly revised. He died at 52–probably a long life in the 16th century. Still, I must suppose that had Shakespeare lived another 15 years […]
For those of you new to the site, you might not have seen these from the fall of 2014. Since they’re both short, I’ll include two little self-reflective gems. They’re slightly revised–for the better I believe. Where to Find Sorts When You Are Out of Them from October 1, 2014 We are all mad here, said […]
Fortune cookies occasionally offer genuine wisdom. So it was one night in 2016, eating at the one remaining Chinese restaurant in our small town. The one I got said this: “It’s not the years in your life but the life in your years that count.” That seems true enough. In the Third Age, as some […]
We are all mad here, said the Cheshire Cat. I am not mad, but my wife thinks and often points out that there is a strangeness about me. I do not protest, but rejoice in her assessment. At times, like most people, she can be out of sorts. I offer to get some at the […]
No particular use in mind at the moment, just something to keep around for when I may need it. He had attained that age in a man’s life when the hair on arms, legs and chest grows brittle and breaks off while other hairs sprout and flourish mysteriously from nose and ears. The spring in […]