holy shit, er— holy cow! the family lulu got to the runway and the flight was canceled, there weren't enough employees to fly it. because of the end of covid not ending? or they say the boeing downfall doc? 

so lu's back home, wet, tearing round the suitcases, jumping on the bed. must be forty degrees colder than yestyerday when i sat on a limestone block looking into the calm inland shrinking sea. 

i ate 3 ibprovens and took a hot bath sans salts and ate a teeny bite of a marijuana gummy worm. i'm kinda high. pardon me.