Mick Jagger in Lloyd.
Just kidding. But he was in Florida. Our Gail posted this on my Facebook today, pointing out that it looks more like Lloyd than Orlando, which is where they were. I'm glad to know that Mick got out in nature. I bet Keith got out in a bar. Right now this second, I'd rather be in a bar than out in nature, no matter the company in either. I just took my walk and I swear to god...okay. I need to stop talking about the heat. It's Florida. It's hot.
The heat index is 106.
Not going to talk about it.
I think I discovered why our power went out the other night.
Dead tree down. See the burn marks in the second photo?
Could have been spontaneous combustion.
No. Not going to talk about the heat.
I don't want to talk about the news either.
No. Let me correct that. I can't talk about the news.
How could anyone sit in a church for an hour and then...
I swear to god, if the boys weren't coming over in a little while and spending the night, I would start drinking straight vodka right now.
No. I wouldn't. But I'm going to say this- mix guns and insanity and hate and racism and there is never going to be an end to tragedy and horror and grief and pain and blood.
And as a white person, all I can do is to apologize over and over and over again but there is no end to that either and it does no more good than complaining about the heat.
I guess the best I can do today is to love those around me. That's all I can come up with anyway.