I'm still reading the news and trying to "keep up" as it were, which means I go through the headlines on the Huffpost which is probably pretty pathetic but a girl does what a girl can do and I see that sideboob is still fascinating and that some New Mexico lawmaker wants to make it a third-degree felony to get an abortion for a pregnancy caused by rape or incest because that would be "tampering with the evidence" and so I see that raging insanity has not suddenly gone into short supply.
I know some people who are stockpiling things for the end times which they are almost certain are upon us and I can't even imagine what they see as evidence for this claim although yes, times are crazy but when haven't they been? Plague in the next village over, locusts and drought and floods and freezes. These things have always been with us and I don't think that having a black president is going to be the cause of the sudden cessation of life as we know it. People believe all sorts of insane things and I offer up the Virgin Birth as evidence there and also Scientology and the way insurance companies get away with shit, the fact that we just bend over and take it and cry and moan at the thought of loss of freedom if we should ever get Universal Healthcare.
Lily's down at the courthouse right now, waiting to see if she's selected for jury duty. This is the American Way and that hasn't ended. The sun is shining and I am assuming that the libraries and schools and mall are all still open. Poets are still thinking in images made of words and artists are drinking their coffee and stretching canvases and students are hoisting their backpacks on their backs and walking out the door and car dealers are washing down the merchandise and waiting for customers and bank tellers are counting their drawers. I bet you that Miss Martha is opening up the Post Office right here in Lloyd.
I do not have the slightest clue as to what I'm talking about today. I honestly do not.
I guess what I'm saying is that life goes on, at least for the living. Yes, things change and rearrange but that too is part of life. Boobs are going to continue to be endlessly fascinating and some people are going to continue to be idiots. I will be one of them at certain times. You can count on that, just as you can count on the fact that you will be too. It's okay.
I have to go to town today to do some death-related errand involving my mother's will and a death certificate and I will be buying coffee and then coming back here and possibly babysitting my grandsons, and Jessie and Vergil will be arriving at some point. I have sourdough bread rising that I started last night. There is soup.
I need to go by the library which, as long as it's open is proof to me that at least some form of civilization persists.
Let us carry on. Calmly or hysterically. The universe does not really care.
Flash us some sideboob, honey.
Happy Friday, y'all.