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Thank God. My other neighbor told me my garden looked so good because it rained another two inches while I was away. I was so fed up with this wreck that I just left the garden to its own devices. It's going to get mauled by the painters pretty soon anyway. But now, of course, everything is in full throat out there and I'm going to be more bummed from the trampling it will take.
The price of keeping up appearances... washing off the north schmutz and painting the whole thing and trampling the garden... in the midst of this weird weird weird, ever-weirdening, weather.
I'm starting to perk up. By eight I'll be wide awake. I know this drill and I'm calling a halt to it. I'm getting in bed with a chill pill before my wild brain can send me deeper into my muddle.
always and any time....
