No.

[infryq]

Yesterday was rough.

We went to open studio like normal. I trimmed three bowls and then made a
texture tool. Still no new bisque, though word is the electric kilns have
been needing repairs, so at least there’s a good reason.

After clay I pulled out my phone and saw alarmingly somber posts on
Twitter. Some nazi terrorist fuckhead had gone into a synogogue in Squirrel
Hill and killed eleven people, injuring 6 more, including police.

I just. Can’t.

We went to the waterfront and did some necessary shopping, put gas in the
car, went home, lunch. My rage and hurt and anguish transformed into a need
to clean something, so we sorted through the pantry in the defunct
stairwell and threw out all the expired stuff, and then I vacuumed up all
the cobwebs and washed everything down with vinegar. I spun some more blue
and green Romney and finished season two of queereye. Fuming. P cooked the
pork belly he bought at the Strip on Friday. Dinner. Texted my family. P
called his folks. Crossword. Bed.