Day 50----

Pulling the wooden spoon across the bottom of the pot then pausing to watch the divided sides of porridge rejoin while I half listen to the radio. They are talking about the effects of Covid-19 on gang activity in Chicago... I'm learning about organizations I always wondered about their existence--anti-violence groups who aren't cops. Weird that after living there even I'm only hearing about this during the global pandemic when they can't do their job--while I'm over stirring porridge for the pleasure of the red sea divide.

My grandpa died two years ago today. I woke up with a stiff neck and can't bend it.