The Inertia Chronicles

https://www.almanac.com/extra/first-snowflake-photographer-wilson-bentley# Inertia walked in to the old clapboard building with the noisy screen door for a package of bulgur wheat. Never having need for it before, she wasn’t sure of what it looked like; she simply knew she needed it to make a faux meatloaf loaf. Sasha had taken to becoming a vegetarian since he heard a story from the next door neighbor about the slaughterhouses in Vermont and how inhumanely they treat their animals. Inertia was eager to stop eating meat because whatever Sasha did, she followed suit. https://www.amazon.com/Stopping-Inertia-Gayle-Schliemann/dp/149957441X Ever since moving to the sleepy town of Montpelier, Sasha’s mind filled with crazy ideas of how they should start living, or not living as Gina put it. Inertia blamed Sasha’s new approach to life on his complete lack of success in documenting every living thing on earth, a task that quickly lost its funding when Sasha’s attention to

Got home after a long day of work and poured myself a Jack and Coke . I was two stiff drinks in when nature called.  Yes, I was quite aware that I was in the midst of a visit from my monthly “friend” when I wandered into my master bath. I can depend on finding stashed tampons and maxi pads in every bathroom of my house; three total. For extra emergencies, I have pads and tampons stashed in suitcases, work bags, kitchen drawers, my circus bag and even the glove compartment of my car. Additionally, somewhere in the house, I knew there was an ill purchased Diva cup I got to "save the environment." At this moment, last night, I had completely run out of sanitary products everywhere but the red sea dripping down my leg didn't care. I balled up some toilet paper, put on my ugliest pair of granny panties, called for Camilla (my English bulldog who hates walks but is forced on them) and started walking to my local drug store about a mile up the road.  STOP! The