the oilwars continue. there will be a lot more people dead before america gains absolute dominion over the middle east. 
there are houseflies outside today, january 7, in chicago. 
comet slid on his back in the playground mud.
there is more goose poop than i have ever seen. 
downtown looks like abu dhabi. city of glass. when will it shatter. driving by it's like an endless succession of dark mirrors the vision shatters in holographic fragments. the burgeoning glass grid blinds all the birds and hearts of vision fall to the streets and alleys. the river rises to suck at the feet.
penny cat is back with antibiotic drops. i do not know how i shall get them into her, for she's the one who sets the boundaries and she is inclined to scratch me for the smallest wrong move. maybe i can secret the drops in her food. she's yelling in the kitchen now. 
crisis is the status quo at home and the world.