The Beginning of the End

So I upload a photograph and start to post and I look at the clock and realize I have to feed the birds and go. I’m turning into such a bore here!

All I talk about is how little time I have for anything. And how stressed I am. Ugh.

I posted this because of the Wendy’s. Even in the caverns of Manhattan, fast food joints.









I talk to my cats like this actually. When I have to leave I assure them I will be back and there will be much love and kisses then.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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2 thoughts on “The Beginning of the End

  1. Sounds just like me when I have too much to do, get stressed, sometimes feel overwhelmed. When I was at the newspaper, every time I headed for the door, my two dogs would sit there looking at me with accusing stares — felt like I was abandoning them. But oh the welcome I got from them when I came home; you’d have thought I’d been gone centuries! Nice to be missed so much. 🙂

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