Sometimes I wake up in absolute disbelief that my government is trying to kill me. Other days, it’s just on with the show.

But this is the summer of pure dismal. It rains everyday in many places—here and where loved ones live. I’m of the opinion the bastards control the weather.

The smoke from the Canada fires are bad where I live today and it’s making my mother in Hospice worse because she’s not getting enough oxygen to her brain. She has a lung disease and is dying. The smoke doesn’t help. It makes her delirious.

And word is today that malaria, of all things, is active in Florida and Texas. Gee, what a surprise. Let’s get those red states! Bring on the malaria, boys!

Florida is being punished on a daily basis, with high insurance, skyrocketing housing costs, and now Malaria. Really biblical weather in South Florida this summer where my daughter lives with Noah-like rain and crazy thunder for weeks.

Dengue fever in Peru spreading there from Brazil and Gate’s mosquitos. And I could go on, but you know the news.

I’m just fed up tonight. My brother, who is awake, called, and we were marveling at all the chaos. We decided we just have to be strong every single day. Stay ahead of the blues. Fight to be happy. Carry an umbrella. Sing in the effing rain.