lulu is not a rain dog. once she pooped she was ready tug me home. soon as we got inside she did a rain dance. 
i was talking with margaret in the recycling room about scruffy nimbus-haired men and the human virus and lightening the load before sheltering in place and i said i was hoping the virus would dampen the sic progress of the neoliberal obomba complex and she said the highway department was bulldozing ahead but the sea is also rising and the money is being sucked into a neoliberal vortex and she was smiling leaning out the door social distancing so i concluded with a hale everything that rises must converge! in closing, and she was like what? and i pictured myself saying that to close every conversation for now.