The sun is shining, the birds are twittering (not that twitter) and I have been crying for 3 days. I'm gonna take my sweetheart and our bicycles to the Burk-Gilman trail and we're gonna ride to effing Bothell. Then we'll eat the best raspberries and strawberries ever while dangling our feet in the big ole lake. I miss my dog. I miss my friend Negesti. I miss Karen and every other goddam person who died before they were supposed to.
The Loud family across the street are strangely quiet. Maybe they're at church or something and he's yelling into a mic while folks cringe and sway.