i read the violence we are about to witness will be much harder than the violence of the 60's and 70's. what do we do with that forecast. seek out love, seek out the tenacious plants that grow despite the conditions. 
i saw a low jagged ugly wall constructed on pebble beach again. i threw the wall in the water. it was nice to see it gone. the waves churned the wall into smithereens, inevitably. 
i am sorry for the pain. i feel i am insane. mister is going lame. again. 
then he ran in the park and i carried him in the water and we swam after his new orange sara bone. and it was good, and we felt better, marginally, and totally. 
then on spider bridge a rare golden confluence occurred. chiara, cody and copper. cody dancing wildly and copper barking at him happily. smiling people milling by until a fierce runner said come on guys! and take it to the park, but she wasn't feeling the joy and the magic, she was suffering and not feeling the golden moment, you can't plan that like a hard-ass run. she spat venom. i laughed, ok, too much fun! and we disbanded echoing in joy and communion.