7jan25

The rhubarb is starting to come back already.

The garden is, of course, an absolute fucking disaster, and I’m targeting the end of the month for clearing and replanting. If we don’t have another month-long chain of storms.

I’m going to put a stake through the heart of this script if it kills me, which it might, so I have the decks clear tomorrow for other things, including restarting a couple of consultations, writing emails (inbox 113) and getting across a few other pieces.