Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Here is a picture of happy. New buds on my ligustrum. I talk to them every day.
Other than that, I have nothing but work. I am sorry that this blog has become so bad. I don't feel like commenting on politics. I have nothing interesting to report. I feel like I am holding my breath, standing on one foot, holding a spinning plate while hula-hooping. I mean, it looks like fine fun, and it might work out o.k., but. . . you know. There is an anxiety in it all.
There are a lot of hard months ahead, lots of work and expenses. I need a vacation badly, but financially that could be prohibitive. There's only so much money and only so much shit you can do.
But I like watching the new buds grow. It is something.