There seems to be a dark force in society. Perhaps I could even go so far as to call it a moratorium on a woman's sense of identity. The biology of womanhood is being ripped away by identity politics. And it's making me sad. Or angry. Sometimes both. In the UK and here in Australia,… Continue reading Enough now
Month: February 2021
Poor Lamb
Staunch and robust I may usually be, but this cold has set its steely grasp upon me and will not let go. Thursday, I was coming good. Yesterday, I decided to take another day off work, which turned out to be a very good idea. Initially I'd planned to revel in the viewing pleasure of… Continue reading Poor Lamb
Sound of wings tapping
The moth flickers around the ceiling light. I lie naked on my bed, the warm air leaving my skin damp, sweat glistening like tiny jewels on my arms and flat belly. Cam's asleep, snoring. I watch the moth, my heartbeat quickening, ready to fling myself out of bed if it flies low. My phobia of… Continue reading Sound of wings tapping
Sick day
Still lacking a healthy, rosy glow in my cheeks. Just informed my boss that I'm taking a sick day so I can lie on the couch and slowly die watch hours of Netflix. Had a COVID test yesterday. I knew it was unlikely to be positive, but best to have unequivocal proof, just in case.… Continue reading Sick day
Down for now
Sick. (Not COVID. Just your garden variety common cold. Remember those?) My head is thick, nose is stuffy, sniffly and I oscillate between moving around the home and diving back into bed. So, I'm going to rest today; in particular, I'm going to do as little as possible on this laptop of mine. Bye for… Continue reading Down for now