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Sunday, October 16, 2016


This morning I was having a zombie dream when Ming woke me up to cook Food Not Bombs.  We have beans boiling, rice simmering, and soon some leftover Catholic Worker food will be in the oven.  Nice.

Political prisoner letter writing night last night went great but everyone but us was late.  But we did it.

Thinking of going to the Phoenix Zine Fest next weekend.  Yeah!

It's a full moon, hunter moon, a super moon, I heard.

Still in my nightgown.  It's the colorful one.  A little kid down the street is screaming as their parent yells obscenities.  I'm so glad I don't have that going on.


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