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The last meal makes me think of Jesus (the last supper), of executions, of apocalypse...basically death. It makes me think of death. But it could be the last meal before bed, the last meal before surgery, the last meal before anything. But death is on my mind. Covid is on my mind. This hellscape the US is. So many unnecessary deaths. I mean, untimely deaths, I guess. People dying because of other people coming to work with covid. Or bringing it into nursing homes. Or, or, or...so many. This virus could have been eradicated if there had been a swift, unified global response. Capitalism is killing us on so many fronts. And it's hard not to feel hopeless about that. And it's easy to want to retreat and hide away and just find happiness where we can. I don't what the right answers are. I know some right answers, and I know there is no one right answer. There are many right answers, and many wrong answers, and now I'm just babbling. The dog was being annoying. I don't know if she's asking to go out because now that she's eaten, she needs to go, and maybe right this moment she is down the hallway peeing somewhere, or if she just wanted to be on my lap. I enjoyed all the work I did cleaning around our apartment today. I actually feel good about that kind of work, and I kind of resent that I have other work to do.