Sunday is a rest day. That’s it, no big speech, no “reset my whole life” bullshit. I stayed home, read a little, watched TV, let the day be the kind…
Sunday was slow, not in a bad way, just quiet. Paid rent, paid bills, looked at the numbers, and felt that familiar pressure that never really goes away, the one…
When I first cracked open Misery, I didn’t expect to laugh. But here’s the thing about Stephen King: he understands that horror and humor aren’t opposites. They might as well…
Life has a twisted sense of humor. This week, I started my Wednesday at 7:00 a.m. Rotary Club meeting (held in a historic “Gentlemen’s Club,” of all places) and ended…