We had earthquakes two mornings in a row, and I didn't notice either of them. I fail at California.

No, I think that is the sign of being a true Californian.

I'm sad to report that I only felt the first one because I was just going to bed at 4am after making a deadline.

The second one woke me up. But they don't seem to make me nauseated the whole next day anymore so I'm going to consider that a California win.

I didn't think you were supposed to have earthquakes AND rain!

It's a brave new world, Jesse.

Still have never experienced an earthquake. Don't think I would be pleased.

DH is out of town until Monday night at a tournament. I have the grand ideas of getting a lot done, but so far today none it actually done. Also #1 son's birthday is this weekend. Not sure what to do about that. Probably take him out to dinner and give him a gift card to Dunkin. He really needs to eat more.

I remember when we on the East Coast experienced an earthquake on the board together in real time.

Yeah, there was an actual palpable earthquake in the Boston area a couple years ago, and I was working in Norwood which has some considerable bedrock foundation, so I didn't get to feel the earth (slightly) move. Foo.

The closest I ever get is being stopped in traffic on top of a small drawbridge near the Museum of Science (a very common route for getting downtown from here in North Camberville) and feeling it rock slightly.

Just not the same.

I also didn't notice that there was another earthquake this morning. Huh.

I was out walking the dog, didn't notice it at all.

Oh, Mary Oliver died.

RIP

"Poppies" by Mary Oliver

The poppies send up their

orange flares; swaying

in the wind, their congregations

are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin

and lacy leaves.

There isn't a place

in this world that doesn't

sooner or later drown

in the indigos of darkness,

but now, for a while,

the roughage

shines like a miracle

as it floats about everything

with its yellow hair.

Of course nothing stops the cold,

black, curving blade

from hooking forward-

of course

loss is a great lesson.

But also I say this: that light

is an invitation

to happiness,

and that happiness,

when it's done right,

is a kind of holiness,

palpable and redemptive.

Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold,

I am washed and washed

in the river

of earthly delight-

and what are you going to do-

what can you do

about it-

deep, blue night?

replacing our demos that got Blown The Fuck Up by the Bomb Squad

If the game gets developed and is a hit, the bomb squad adventure should become part of its story.