It doesn’t really end
Last night, we went to friends’ house to celebrate their 5th anniversary with a fish fry and a group of people that no one told Carnival time is over. Tonight we have dinner at another friends’ house. It’s 7:30 and Tin is humming Carnival time in bed even if yesterday he said in his sleep: Mardi Gras is over and now it’s Jazz Fest and I’m super tired.
The world is crazy.
This morning I read that they are banning the wearing of pajamas in public and that a teenager hung a raccoon in the tree outside his school to protest more blacks being bussed in (is it 2012?).
And we just all have to keep on keeping on.