Yup, gonna spend my twilight years watching fascism and climate change destroy the planet. But I’m going to keep singing, I guess. Booking another recording session.
Jeff and I went to ratlands for drivethrough brekky; I have ingested enough salt for two days’ worth of consumption but damn I enjoyed that, and I skipped the coffee. We know we’ll never break our addiction to coffee, not really, but we can choose not to drink it today.
I don’t want to talk about the Trump Coup, which is still, just as Sarah Kendzior promised, hiding in plain sight. He still has the nuclear codes. He’s an evil, vindictive and ingloriously ignorant human, and him lashing out has real world consequences for all of us, not just the marginalized upon whom most of his ugly behaviour has been unleashed. So that’s in the back of my mind as I say anything these days.
Called Paul and Keith yesterday to find out how they’re holding up and Paul came and took me for a walk (finally mailed those letters to the Daves) and we walked out into THE MOST GLORIOUS SUNSET and it was a stripe of brilliant butter yellow rectangular sun between layers of gold, grey and pink cloud. ABSOLUTELY EYE POPPING. My brain reset to considerably more cheerful.
850 words on BRITW today. I just don’t know what to do with myself, so I threw in a plot complication.
written about toronto but could be anywhere
Despite all of this I remain hopeful.
I found a place to donate books to, I’m going to talk to Paul about it.
