June 6, 2020

Dead-headed the roses.

The bamboo people miss another appointment.

I try to think what I’ve done today. Did nap and have beautiful dreams. Did work on my garden sequence. Did send out manuscripts, in the abrupt electronic way of modern times. Idleness makes me idle.

Zoom last night with the USUAL. Kyle is in the hospital with lesions in his gut.

Police apologists point out how hard it is to be a cop. One does not doubt that for an instant. But it seems to me that NOT creating antagonism in the public, NOT abridging individual rights and forcing opposition, NOT parading around like a banty rooster, NOT murdering the unarmed would be, actually, much easier.