The barometer has quit doing its nasty nasty thing. We have schlepped. I put a stamp on Lois’ letter but haven’t mailed it yet. Today I think we’re going to have refried beans and rice burritos.
Tom’s memorial is the 27th November.
Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!