This morning the electricity came on for a few minutes, and when it did, Jonny said, "Hey, it's a black-on." This is what passes for humor around here.

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.

I guess I always felt even if the world came to an end, McDonald's would still be open.

But it's our curse and our blessing to remember the past and to know there's a future. —Charlie

We're all alive. We're all healthy. These are the good times.