a raptor flew around our building this morning crying and swooping, and i failed to get a good picture or identify it. olive is still on the old time and wakes me at 5:30. it's a cold and grey election day. there can be no good result in this rigged game. we have to hope that if no human entity can stop the genocide and the destruction of our planet, nature will. but it will be devastating. for now i'll try to focus on what i can affect, and what i need to live locally, and i'll pray for my family, and the whole human family forsaken by evil politicians with no regard for life. i bid you peace.