Sometimes you burn out, most of us just get older and we start falling down

[sovay]

I have in the last few days acquired some kind of so far non-plague fever-bug which feels like insult to injury, but on the other hand I have also gotten a normal amount of sleep for two consecutive nights for the first time in actual months. I spent the afternoon on the couch with a cat, reading John Van Druten's The Voice of the Turtle (1943), Niven Busch's The Furies (1948), and Melanie Williams' BFI Film Classics: A Taste of Honey (2023), this last a present from my mother who nabbed it in the final days of the Book Depository. The lilac in the back yard was amenable to having a small branch broken and brought indoors where it smells fantastic. The other thing the back yard seems to grow beyond leftover junk is violets. I plan to pick some tomorrow. The twilight at the end of the street is currently doing its smoldering apple-green thing.

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[sovay]

The many shades of green (and pale oranges, reds, pinks, and whites) on the hills along the highway are so beautiful, it's dangerous. I continue to be glad for your lilac--and your violets!

Thank you! They have been a delightful surprise, especially considering the state of the rest of the yard.

Not so glad for the fever. Give it one star on Amazon and recommend they discontinue manufacture.

Contained bobcat.

[asakiyume]

hahahahaha, exactly