Gray skies.

Where are all my clothes?

This is the last week; I hope we managed to do everything right. And, even if we didn’t, it doesn’t really matter anyway, does it?

I start to write and then stop.

Dark clouds. Seems appropriate for today.

I mute the posts because…

I have no words. I watch the comments come in while I listen to all of the conversations on @blackfoodfolks.

I talk about the weather instead.

I call them while I work on the puzzle. Turns out it might be more effective to be slightly distracted while doing this particular puzzle.

We tell them that it gets really hot in Palm Desert.