Took the camera, pointed up for one second, and this is what I got. I wanted to capture the wind that is bringing the storm.

The storm, the storm, the storm. It’s all we can think about. Well, what they want us to think about. I’ve got other stuff to do, to be honest, so I wasn’t really paying attention. Though I am up to speed now. I have been told this is end-of-days type of stuff. Good. It’s about time. It has been mere weeks since anyone told me the world was going to end. I was getting bored.

I was in the Market Basket parking lot today buying paper at Staples. I don’t go in Market Basket. I got people for that. I parked next to a couple who had two carriages full of gallons of water. I’m talking maybe 40 gallons. More?

I bought yellow paper. A ream of it. Not to brag, I got ream money, but still—yellow paper. Come Sunday, I wonder who is going to look like the fool: the couple with all the water, or me with 500 yellow paper airplanes to fly in the wind.

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