i got some special oil today, sublingual, gnome sane, so i'll see how i do. started reading harmada by joão gilberto noll. put down aphasia but i'll go back to it. tier 3 in the pandemic. no ones spose to visit anyone at all anytime anywhere but outside we convene at the international dog house yard. i feel thanksgiving but i don't need a big groaning long loud tabled feast. miss my bro though. i don't miss the heavy meat. i do appreciate and crave the pie, gnome sane. one of these days i might still yet burst out with a short breathless book. it would have to kind of write itself. my brain's lazy but it wants to have written something about how it feels, to be a brain floating in a concavity after sixty years of inchoate struggle finding itself consorting with dogs in a pandemic.