last night i looked over and penny lu's face was smooshed with r.'s face but i couldn't get a picture without waking them up and getting in trouble. i didn't dream of the land grab or the apocalypse. i hear the crows but not the kestrels. i believe the crows have chased our kestrels off. well i'm reading love, loosha, the letters of lucia berlin and kenwood elmslie who was the partner of joe brainerd, and charlie's back from paletine for the first day of spring. it's not all bad, it could be far worse, it could be both a genocide and a bloodbath, but let's not talk about that now.