the pictures from the fugee camera all show up as the previous seven days. no today, no yesterday. now i needs a nap. the water was still churning but people and dogs were loving it. i hope lulu didn't swallow too much. she did barf kibble but she swam better lighter. it was a funky day. i started off off. the swim helped but it's still funky. the humans were frenetic, like everywhere, like there was no pandemic at all, just the history of pandemic, though the pandemic is raging a la the final trump and the folks are getting there ya-yas in and out, in & out pandemonium drag racing apocalypso partying is such sweet sorrow na mean. going home the whole place was surging and screaming emergency vehicles heading north on lsd. we have no government of the people, we're left to our own devices, left to die. this could be sad but it's not unusual it's only this particular virus that's novel, the rest, the racist hate and indifference to suffering, that's all business as usual in america. it's like oh, are you suffering? boo hoo. fuck your suffering. potus fuckus, ha, the joke's on us.