blue day

karen's dog, lu, succumbed to cancer in the night.
creepy party of nine last night with a grossly overrated sense of themselves conversing in grossly elevated tones. stayed three hours and no one else wanted to sit in the room near them. my station empty half the night thanks to them. relentlessly raising their glasses and toasting "here here!", "here here!". me seething under my calm exterior.
no access to our driveway for two weeks to come. jackhammers at 7 a.m for ten working days.

for medicine, i will dig in the dirt. see you tomorrow when i'm not so out of sorts.



p.s. plutarch believed that truffles were mud cooked by lightning. this is the kind of trivia that helps to lighten one's mood.