Eventually I realize that I need food. So I venture out.

It's kinda funny; it doesn't seem suspiciously abnormal outside. It's blecchy hot in mid TN just after the Solstice. Normal, probably.

The Thai place I've elected for dining is reasonably busy. … …I hear conversational talk but not any words. None of it is loud. The restaurant radio seems to be playing Billy Joel's greatest hits. Sing us a song, you're the piano man. Long, depressing song. Apt.

The tom kha is a thing of beauty — just the soul food for which I came here.

I exist in a societal near-disconnect and thus am unsure of proper resources and organizations to pass along or suggest monetarily supporting. (I'm in a donation-unfriendly financial situation at present, and I suspect that a lot of you are likewise.) I can at least offer hugs… …and all my emotional support.

If any of us are second class citizens, then so are we all. Including robed christofascists with snipers on their roof. #onespecies