8.30 a.m. the day after

Well, the weather is still beautiful and mild. There is still air in my lungs; my right eye is still blazing red. My children and grandchildren are alive and well. There are birds and squirrels in the garden and red and yellow leaves fluttering to the ground. The world will go on, until it won't.

I've offered shelter to my American family.

Today is like the day after 9/11: a profound grief and fear throughout our planet, except in Moscow. Except that 9/11, the scale of that monstrous attack, was a one-time event. This is four years, and possibly eight.

I repeat, here's a great poet to illuminate it all for us.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

We're about to drown in a flood of passionate intensity. Good luck to us all.

Later. Okay, praise be, my son who's six foot eight just posted this on FB. A laugh, much needed, as we sit around staring in a stupor at the wall wondering how the planet will survive.

One step closer to the destruction of society as a whole. Then The Tall shall rule! Hahahahaaaaaa. Basements will be eradicated! Low hanging chandeliers will be torn from ceilings! WE will ask YOU how tall you are with impunity! It has begun.