The Plague Journal, Week 3…or is it 4? Who’s keeping track of time anyway?
Herewith part 3 of my weeklyish set of recommended links. For part 1, click here . For part 2, click here . I’ve stopped wondering what day it is. Instead of saying it’s Tuesday or Thursday or what-have-you, it’s just easier to say that today is ‘Day’. ‘What day is it today?’ ‘Day.’ A few links, interspersed with my inner rumblings, to keep your minds occupied. 1 Longtime, loyal readers will know how much of a crank I am, and how I often love to wax vitriolic about the foibles of the human race. My list of behavioural pet hates stretches into the hundreds. And after nearly 10 years of living in Kyiv, I have often been pretty harsh in my attacks on local superstitions and archaic shibboleths. So it’s with quite a bit of relief that whenever I go into local shops and supermarkets, there doesn’t seem to be any sign of irrational panic buying of things like toilet paper. Remember, readers, I’m not here to offer up any cogent analysis of the situation, but rather i...