happy monday anyways roight. it's quiet and dire. well it's not so quiet it's construction and the occasional airplane, siren, automatic weapon. the curve is said to be flattening but it feels more dire. it's cold, with my mask off i see my breath, on, my glasses go opaque. i wore my toe shoes and my piggies got numb. i came home and my bogg's arrived, thanks be. how did i not have rubber boots for so long. what was i thinking—waterproof! puhlease. i've had so many waterproof leaks. it's like demockrisy. it's really just capitalism, planned instant obsolescence—it leaks. i think the post office is in dire straits. i ordered a book, hurricane season, from seminary coop. sent 11 days ago in the same zip code—no sign of it yet. i could have walked over there 22 times and picked up 22 books but it's closed. oh well we have to let some things go, shit, fool, people are homeless, jobless, hungry and dying. hurricane season indeed. politics and plague, oy fucking vey.