We went back to Trudy's room. We brought her pictures and personal effects home. We donated her quilts and clothes. Still, no one from the place has bothered to call. I'm so glad Trudy escaped that place.

 song of the day, the other side, by ellen arkbro.

 i can't believe the assisted living place hasn't said a word about trudy. do they even know she's gone? sad.

 as it happens the genocide in gaza was a red line for all of us.

 Today and every day we say no to unholy war, no to the Epstein class, no to empire, no to genocide. The Epstein Trump class regime is an existential threat to everyone.

 Happy Saint Pawtricks day. Free Palestine. Happy birthday Brother John.

 It's weird to think of time and place in this place. They said there was nothing here before, and now, you could almost believe it, though it's a lie. Every inch of this place is recreated. Where is deep time in this place? I think of the time I had a long running dream of being carried along a dirt path in a pine box to be buried alive, somewhere in the woods.