Anosognosia! I'm oscillating between Ernie and the Cookie Monster, popping lithium garnished with benzodiazepines and an antipsychotic. The only way forward is to forget.

Diamond Head is brown and Wa'ahila Gulch adjacent to our house is a tinderbox: the island needs rain. The morning sun is intense enough to burn you through your shirt; you don't venture outside in midday. The elderly sister of an elderly neighbor is stuck in Seattle; her home in Houston is underwater and she doesn't have flood insurance. She should hang out here and wait for Texas to drain.

My heart goes out to those displaced by the hurricane and their abandoned pets. I am haunted by a story of the notorious cruelty of Arpaio's SWAT team that I won't repeat for everyone's benefit. There's nothing we can do about it.