Olive stared at an olive on the kitchen floor. I gave up reading Shklovsky on the dissimilarity of the similar with relief. 

 Yo mama! 

 Tomorrow, after mother's day, we'll go look again for the spot for Trudy and Sepp, and we'll see all the balloons and plastic flowers and wince. While I wait for the next five books in my library queue I'm reading Bowstring: On the Dissimilarity of the Similar by Viktor Shlovsky which has been sitting around for years and survived the big book purge, and Desperate Characters by Paula Fox which I may read again sober.

 As long as the ruling class profits, nothing will change, until the whole criminal complex collapses. Finally, the illusion of global dominance, America, will end in overreach and blowback. Mothers Day, in the shadow of the Obamachron.

 Chicago Fire at the Obamachron, Mother's Day, 2026.

 We watched Fear of Fear last night. I liked it; R. not so much. Phobophobia. It can replicate and become phobo phobophobia, and so on. I've felt it, but it hasn't become pathological. It's mostly just plain old fear.

 Duality and Unity. Loving Mother Earth.