Well that's fucked. Welcome to Jarmo's place. Hope they let you in. Pretty quite over here. I could have taken you to that other place but people would just talk badly about you if you go there. And accuse me of leading you into GNR sin.
I'm not a regular here but if you are going to be here, I can hang around.
I'm not in trouble but this morning it surprised me to have my brain suggest one of those opioid pills might be a good way to start my day. Lots to think about with that but I'm thinking of all those folks who were telling me I had nothing to worry about. What's kind of cool though is all those people think of me as somebody you don't have to worry about that with. All I have to do is bring that picture of me coming out of surgery to mind and I'm good. I can delete that but I can't unsee it!
We've turned windy and a cold front is blowing in. Stopped by the garden. The Monarch Waystation is still wet. I'm going to leave the leaf mulch off of it. It's bare earth but I don't want to waterlog the plants. We may have to dig that up again and make a burm. Del's already emailed this morning and Marsha had called about that.
It's Christmas folks, I'll deal with that next week.
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