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Dammit, Ennui

Today is a bright sunny, chilly day with the remnants of this week’s snowstorm all around outside serving as a reminder that although spring may technically┬ástart tomorrow, astronomically speaking, Vermont usually has other ideas. Carole is out at a meeting … Continue reading

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Wanted: Rundown Waterfront Motel for Depressing Experience

As you all know, I’m all about the “wallowing in depression”. Carole’s going to visit her parents in Ohio for Thanksgiving (Oakwood, a suburb of Dayton, FWIW) and I have no plans. I found myself pondering today, “What would be … Continue reading

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Blanket Apology To The Human Race (and Most Higher Orders of Animal Life, Excepting Only the Canada Goose)

I spend every day of my life wanting to apologize to everyone I know on social media and quite a few of the people that I know in person. I believe that most people who know me either: think nothing … Continue reading

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Drowning

Though this is not going to come as a newsflash to anyone who knows me, I’ve been suffering from severe depression for a few years now. Of late I’ve been so depressed that at the end of each working day … Continue reading

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Missing Carole

I travel for work — some years, in excess of 75% of my weeknights are spent in hotels far from home. I’ve been doing this for 15 years and counting, and Carole and I have always managed to make it … Continue reading

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Missing my mother

My mother, Dora Furr, would have been 84 today, had she lived to see the day. She passed away two years and four days ago, somewhere in the evening of August 31, 2011, although on her death certificate they recorded … Continue reading

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Life Is What Happens When You’re Making Other Plans

What do you do when your life has, basically, gone to hell and you can’t talk about it with anyone because either they won’t believe you when you get down to the specifics, or because you feel compelled to protect … Continue reading

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