It is 11:15am. I dont yet really feel like walking the dogs. I find the park super busy nowadays. It takes away from the pleasure of the experience of walking the park with my dogs and hubby. 

The bird is back at singing! Yay! The sun is clouded over but reaches down somewhat anyway. Hard to describe the kind of purityy of clouded light right now in the hood. I am also slightly stoned. I really dont feel like cooking but I guess I should think about it. I could defrost the carrot soup from this week. And make grilled cheese? For a change from quiche? 

Billy is lying down with me in the salon. I am at a desk, typing away, with the light from otuside in my back. I feel like I have to muster up just a bit more courage today. The news in the states are so bad, so traumatizing, so very wild. It seems completely absurd that there is even a debate on semi automatic weapons being sold readily in the USA or not: the safe sane option is obvious!.