I guess I wasn’t joking when I said my entries for this newsletter would be irregular. Crikey. The pause in entries began with a flood. I opened the bedroom door and water poured in from the corridor. The entire hall was like a little river. I told the water that I did not appreciate a river forming in my home, but it clearly gave no fucks and decided to do it anyway.

It was fixed. Life went on normally, then the ceiling in the bedroom sprung a leak. I decided I was cursed somehow. The plumber sh...