Our high today was 91F, with a heat index of 104F. I scribbled this on a piece of paper to include here today: Death is oblivion. Religion is a lie. The dead are the lucky ones. Today is the 28th anniversary of the day I learned of Elizabeth's suicide. She was twenty-five. I watched you suffer, A dull aching pain. Now you've decided To show me the same. No sweeping exit Or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter Or treat you unkind. And today Robbie Robertson died. He was eighty. There's the shop . If you care. Later, Aunt Beast 3:30 p.m.