start with good news my mom said. the decorah eagles have two pips pipping. and charlotte rampling is still more beautiful. my roof is not at the moment leaking, but it's neither raining. it's raining on the eagle nest in iowa so may soon be here. i guess i ran out of good news. oh, uncle jim got morphine for his intestinal woe and felt he was strolling in heaven, and now is lounging back home in south bend. 
otherwise it's a grim motherfucker. i just read about trump and the plethora of grim motherfuckers they call populist advocating murder round the world. the who report shows unemployment and poverty and war are driving increasing global depression and suicide. let's face it kids, these are hard hard times and it's goddamned hard not to feel grim and resigned, hard not to feel that if there is any possibility of a planet awakening it will be too scattered and too few of us and too weak and too late and the masters of our fate are violent criminals. 
i could just sit here gazing at the pips pipping at the gates of dawn forever more.