Floods. (Patreon)

Today

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.

And

Yet

This still happened

Things were hung on the tree

I don’t know what else to say but

I probably won’t catch up

And

It is hard not to be in Boston where my friend is very very sick

And

I am trying my fucking best.

I hope you are being gentle with yourselves

And

Trying your fucking bests.

All is one