A sunny, hottish day. We made it to 89˚F, with the heat index at 90˚F. Currently, it's 77˚F. And in another 32 minutes I will be 56 years old. How fucked up is that? To turn 56, and to do it during this mess? My Grandma Ramey, she turned 4 during the first year of the Spanish influenza epidemic in 1918. And it was Memorial Day. And I spent a lot of the day thinking about that. Behind the cut is yesterday's tin soldier, as we found him. Only today did the significance of finding him a day before Memorial Day occur to me. Photograph by Kathryn A. Pollnac Anyway, that was today. Later, Aunt Beast 10:29 p.m.