I know what it feels like to be out of your head. It’s that sensation that behind your eyeballs your mind swims within that viscous senescence being stuff. Sorry, I’m not trying to be fancy, but I think that last sentence is accurate. I’m aging during a pandemic and I don’t know what to think. I don’t have precise thoughts like I typically would.  Since we are living within an actual nightmare, the other day at the grocery store staring at the buy-one-get-one-free coffee display, I Continue Reading