reading underland, a deep time journey, on martin luther king day. mister was stuck under the dresser this morning and i think had been last night. when i tried to free him he growled so i left him to ease himself out. he came walking in the kitchen wagging. when we got to the south sidewalk we saw an old friend who moved here from mister's neighborhood and he barked a hearty greeting. nothing is all good, even if people say it's all good. it most definitely is not all good, there's a lot of bad mixed in with the good, and yet, in a sense it is, when you look at the long view. all good means i guess we're still here. martin luther king is gone, yet still has his day, if it's a token that's not on him, it's on us. all the things he tried to do for us could still be done, even though it's late.