Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.

Carlos was probably somewhere warm, eating three meals a day, and sleeping in a real bed. That was the life

I thought about how unlikely it was I would ever meet any guy,fall in love, get married, have babies. Especially since I was going to spend the rest of my life in the cellar, where, in the not too distant future, I'd turn into a toadstool. I hoped I'd be the poisonous variety.

Sometimes the rules don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.

This morning the electricity came on for a few minutes, and when it did, Jonny said, "Hey, it's a black-on." This is what passes for humor around here.

Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.

Lisa's baby was due about now. I've decided she had it and it was a girl. I've named her Rachel.