It needs a new entry or four. Things like “The trackball mouse is not a kitty toy. I will not knock it off Dad’s desk
Author: Kate Paulk
Nothing is ever what you thought it would be
Never. I think it’s a function of how life works, possibly with a side of the innate perverseness of… er… everything. Actually, if I’m going
Hello to the New Shitshow
Sorry, new year. As you might guess, miracles are stubbornly refusing to grace the home of Paulk, much to my dismay. Plus, I’m back at
The Anatomy of Hope
As the spectacular crapshow that was 2020 grinds to its inglorious end, and life keeps going on and adjusting to whatever the hell else gets
The Day Before The Night Before Christmas
As pretty much everyone knows, it’s Christmas Eve. The day before the night before Christmas, as it were. I’m sitting at my desk, looking out
Crawling to the Finish
So, in a couple of weeks or thereabouts 2020 will be over. Done with. In the past. I’ve got 2 days work, then vacation until
