Was supposed to be “catch up” day.
The rains came.
The floods came.
The basement at Graveside Variety became a toxic swimming pool.
Two feet of water.
The fire department came.
We figured it out. (And before you start talking to me about the furnace and the sump pump: stop. We figured it out).
But the day was lost.
This still happened
Things were hung on the tree
I don’t know what else to say but
I probably won’t catch up
It is hard not to be in Boston where my friend is very very sick
I am trying my fucking best.
I hope you are being gentle with yourselves
Trying your fucking bests.
All is one