ya, lightfoot turns out's not on the good foot turns out she's progressively bad news. least it's sunny at 5:04 and it's not sunset even yet. cats are getting nervous r. doesn't wanna go and when she brings out the suitcase i'm telling j. don't worry, you're not going anywhere and i'm staying here. penny too, her nerves, she scuttles behind the batroom sink and into my blue swivel chair. everybody stares at the leaving activity listening acutely r. saying everybody, don't panic. we're all waiting not waiting for the sun to sink.

don't everybody panic but

it's going down quicker than thought because of the cloud line. 

we say don't worry don't panic we don't know what's going to happen we know promises are only that thing promisers promise those promises are unfulfilled and sure as the day ends—try and calm yourself breathe diaphramatically—what will be repeatedly is is.