This won't last

Hair doin' it this afternoon; it's sunny enough to want to avoid swaths of asphalt. Warm enough, for hardy folks, to eat outside at a barbeque, at least if one has a cozy hoody to don; the salmon poached nicely in its aluminum foil wrap.
Finished Ms. Oates's short story collection, and the last tale was a dystopic doozy. Titled, innocently enough, "Family", it reminded me of an old "X-Files" episode about severe inbreeding, only more frightening. Had to get into some Rikki Ducornet short fiction to try to put the image of a particularly awful mutant baby from Oates's dysfunctional dystopic clan out of mind.