goo'morning kids!

riding the elevator up after the first walk i looked at the phone. it was 9:11 a.m. on the 11th of december, 2017. if it matters that was the time of the clock between the 9th and the 11th floors if it matters.
i saw sweep-a-leg jonny and crazie gracie who barked at us from inside the empty yacht pond. jonny is installing storm doors now and getting ready to study for his sea captain's license. he seems rather dapper again, not as frazzled and angry as when he was nannying. 
we talked about the dogs and how they were behaving and agreed they were acting strange. i said it is getting sicker every day, this place, and it affects the dogs as well. one has to question one's own sanity when the sanity of the rulers is unquestionable, hateful and insane. 
after i left sweep-a-leg and gracie i wrote i texted myself, we we were always trying to put a good face on it (whatever it was). but america is unmasked now, and it's face is death, as is it's ultimate fate. now the face is consistent. there is no underneath. the mask is death, the face is hate, the face is fate. it's all a nether world now, only the opposites are clear.