Bloomsday...

It is kinda Pete's gig. When he isn't literally run into the ground trying to take care of HIS patients and M.O's, he has in the past spent the day reading Ulysses in his hammock. Alas, he went to work today. I suspect because in 23 sleeps we ALL (well not the dogs...Miranda is coming to house/chicken/cat sit) go to Lake Arrowhead for Matt's 40th and Katie's 28th. In the mean time Z has taken a mental health day because: pollen, "this economy", Cheeto dust and anxiety about flying are just too much. I get it. My ass has been dragging for days. I wonder if Z isn't feeling grief about Uncle Eoorik. E finally cashed in his chips. We are all in a funk.

Monday

Iz spent the weekend in Portland,Maine with her girls. She is on her way home right now. Got new sofas so the Covid couch has numbered days, once we get past Christmas here w/SoCal kids? It will prly get BURNED (lol). Lot of yard work over the weekend. Z managed to FLIP the riding lawnmower. That was scary. Pete still doesn't have his MachE back. He should sue FORD...srsly... since Valentine's Day when he was off to pick up heart shaped pizza. I am old and tired.

Spring?

DIRECT SOW: I've planted peas, spinach and 2 kinds of lettuce. I've planted my beloved haruki turnips, french breakfast radishes and two kinds of arugula. It is snowing.