Inside my head

George Floyd. So much destruction. The sky is so blue this morning! It's beautiful. Minneapolis is on fire. Friends are trying to breathe. What about people living in places with windows that aren't sufficiently sealed? What about the folks with asthma or COPD? What does COPD stand for? I should tackle some of the weeds today. Weeds? You're thinking about weeds? Jesus. Wait - was that a prayer or a curse? Could it be both? It's definitely both. We were supposed to pick up a bakery order today - but they cancelled. Do we have enough bread? Why the hell am I concerned about bread? If we need bread, we'll go buy some. I hate knowing that there are people who can't buy bread. Jesus. Prayer and curse. George Floyd. The video. A fake $20. I watched the video. Maybe that was a mistake. But no - I need to watch. I need to understand. Maybe I'll pull some of the giant weeds first. He stopped moving - stopped talking. George. Jesus. I can fill up the Yard Waste bin. I missed a call - the neighbor's house was broken into. The cops are there. Oh God, are they looking at the weeds? Jesus - enough with the weeds. Prayer. Curse. Facebook. Evacuation plans. Photos. Carry on my wayward son - ha! We just passed Kansas St while listening to Kansas. I know all the songs on the oldies station. George. Cops. Good cops. Bad cops. Weeds. The cat is licking himself. Cats are weird. Facebook - I don't even know what to post. Do I tell people I'm praying? That will piss of the "enough with the prayers!" folks - and they're right. Did I remember to wash my hair in the shower? There are 31 days in May. March April May - my God - May is almost over. Put gas in the car - wore a glove, but not 2 gloves - so had to touch everything with one hand. That was dumb. George. I should make more oatmeal. Why didn't we buy more craisins? Tomorrow is Pentecost. Fire. Minneapolis is burning. National Guard. Writing backwards is more difficult than it should be. Zoom - that word no longer conjures up images of Mazdas. I should be drinking water instead of coke. A fake $20. That plant is dead. I hope the lawn mower starts. The bird feeders need to be filled. Christian Cooper. Jesus. Have I ever had Hot Cheetos? I need to fix the whole in the bathroom wall. Cops. Rubber bullets. Mace. George Floyd. I'm sure they saw the weeds. That glass of wine last night was delicious. I slept great. My friends in south Minneapolis didn't sleep at all. Prayer and curse. Photos. That video. Pray. Curse. Cry. Laugh. Double check my $20 bills. Wait - I'm white. Jesus.