20apr24

The weather is against me. Finally got to take the pitchfork to the giant mound I need to dig out and flatten, and my hands were useless after twenty minutes. The wind chill is crazy, even through gloves. I’m going to give it an hour, try again, and then maybe just dress some plants instead.

(Icy rain just blew in. Maybe not.)

So I’m killing time by zeroing out my RSS reader and thinking about how I still wake up terminally frazzled.