All too much

I thought I might write about the air, thick with smoke and ash for the ninth day, and the one million acres of my state that is on fire.I thought I’d be able to think of something to say about the Philadelphia performance of the pathologically ignorant liar currently occupying the White House. Or his “it’s gonna get cooler” comments about climate change when he stopped off in California to show off his deep understanding of science and research.I considered writing about the results of a recent survey of young American adults that found almost a quarter of them thought the Holocaust was a myth, or exaggerated.Or maybe I’d post a link to the YouTube of the maskless flash mob of pandemic-deniers dancing down the aisles of Target.I didn’t do any of this.And Wednesday (yesterday), the day I have posted an essay here (and the blogsites that have preceded this one) for more than a decade, came and went.It’s all too much.Well things change fastBut this too shall passBetter carve it on your foreheadOr tattoo it on your assCause who can tellWhen the clock strikes twelveIf today's become tomorrowOr it's all just gone to hell