r. is leaving for l.a. today through megadrought. her native garden is down there top left under the gingko tree, which has a lot of fruit this year which will blanket her native garden pungently. i'm going to try to fort down as trudz would say. i have to walk comet up and down with a sling and i feel awful for him and nervous for us. i'm plowing through 600 pages of shirley jackson's letters. will email be preserved? the southwest is in megadrought. the north and west are plagued by fire, the east coast is choking on the smoke. line 3 continues to the end. they're privatizing our park. nothing hangs together, protest flares and smokes. what money does and we don't control is inevitable. massive change we don't control. we don't even control our representatives, they're captured by corporations. but we hafta like nafta keep on living. we have to go to market and get the greens and laugh and eat.

i'm going to keep house as good as i can, and the garden will bide time.