Hello Everyone:
I feel like poo. I woke up yesterday, all congested and with a sore throat. It persisted through today, making it out impossible for me to run. I just slogged my way through day. I did manage to post a nice piece on the Ghost Ship Warehouse fire. The fire, as tragic as it was, it sharpened the spotlight on affordable housing. The victims of the fire were creatives who were living there and attending a concert. They needed a place to live and work that was affordable but at what price? Compromising safety? Yes, the residents asked the warehouse owner to make repairs and were routinely ignored. Now, there'll be investigation and the obligatory hand wringing over what to do next. The knee-jerk approach is to condemn and shut down the warehouses. That would be a mistake because a city needs a good mix of affordable housing. A better solution would be to implement safety training and bring the buildings up to code. That's just a start. Anyway, I'm exhausted, achy, and irritable. This whatever it is will blow over in a few days. In the meantime, I just have to tough it out. I just wish the Brit BF was here to message my back. He's got very strong hands. Maybe I'll try some liquor. Naw.
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