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I think I did something to my right index finger in the course of pruning. The outside of the middle joint feels like it's asleep on the surface and sore underneath. I noticed that yesterday and it doesn't seem to be any better or any worse today.
I went to bed early, for me, last night and couldn't get to sleep until late. Go figure. I am now completely out of coffee, too.
The only difference between yesterday and today, weather-wise, is that there isn't any water between the overcast and the ground.
I think it might be time for a small shopping excursion, since I still want popcorn. And strawberries, which are on sale, so it must be working on being spring. I'm still waiting for a day warm enough to let me go get the mail without putting my winter coat on.
Apparently the BMV is open from Tuesday to Saturday, instead of on Tuesday and Saturday. That simplifies things a bit, although it's still going to take two different buses to get me there (and I have to figure out where the two routes intersect, if they actually do).
Having a relatively clean apartment again is nice. I still don't know what to do about The Counter That Everything Ate, though. Some of that stuff just doesn't have a home anywhere else.
I went to bed early, for me, last night and couldn't get to sleep until late. Go figure. I am now completely out of coffee, too.
The only difference between yesterday and today, weather-wise, is that there isn't any water between the overcast and the ground.
I think it might be time for a small shopping excursion, since I still want popcorn. And strawberries, which are on sale, so it must be working on being spring. I'm still waiting for a day warm enough to let me go get the mail without putting my winter coat on.
Apparently the BMV is open from Tuesday to Saturday, instead of on Tuesday and Saturday. That simplifies things a bit, although it's still going to take two different buses to get me there (and I have to figure out where the two routes intersect, if they actually do).
Having a relatively clean apartment again is nice. I still don't know what to do about The Counter That Everything Ate, though. Some of that stuff just doesn't have a home anywhere else.