it's a mumbly morning. i ran out of apples for mister. he followed at a glum distance. at open produce i got raspberries apples and habanero. the other person in the store got the one bargain bag of greens i left for her. she came up after me and i paid as i had a dollar change and she had a ten. the clerk handed me back a dollar and i said i intended to pay for her greens and then we smiled mumbled and laughed inwardly. i think the person may have been the mother of the grim family three, but she did not seem so grim today. maybe if it is her she will look on me kindly. i didn't intend that, just an impulse. it's so easy to be kind with a dollar. it ain't much. a gesture. i took two dramamills last night and slept like a drugged new years baby. unfortunately i woke like a druggy baby too with the same itchy limbs of yesterday. still, drugged sleep is good. we saw dogs but interacted with only one. everybody was mumbly even without speaking. there's a winter advisory. something always impending. i have to look at my new year rune again. the tinea seems like last year. it would be good to start a fresh year but it's arbitrary anyway. some sort of cycle might obtain. but not the old diurnal one. calendar of shitting dogs, and tinea waxing and waning. for a time our systems thrive and then, you know, they die.