I am home alone again, crowds of family gone.  I now have to remember to lock all the doors before I settle in for the night.

For two days I have been listening to poetry and now my heart is full.  And trump is still president. sigh

Saw a massive delivery truck try to make a wide turn off Pacific Street.  He was getting deeper and deeper into narrow streets with his huge truck.  Maybe he will be there forever.  There is no way out.

woke up this morning ready to go, to get back my life.  did my morning exercises, had the car smogged and then settled in a coffee house to write.  By noon I was tired and happy.  But Trump is still president.

I woke up with a sore back and by noon it was mostly gone.  Where did it go to?  Is it returning? Maybe Trump has it now.

Went out today, resuming the life I lead.  I have settled in with the visiting family.

I don't know how they do it, going, going, going.  endless energy until they collapse.  and of course they are much younger then me.  My middle aged kids.