We are having a cool spell with rain - very rare in these parts this time of year. The greenhouse collapsed last winter and is in the process of a redo; not a very glamorous one I might add.
I have been sleepy; a nap would keep me awake all night. Sleepy or an existential crisis? Am I living or existing? I'm not sure. I've been calling it the'troubles'. A million things to do yet I don't want to do them. Maybe I shouldn't read about Sartre. Sometimes I can be very impressionable.
By the way, I just finished reading The Goldfinch. I liked it or I wouldn't have finished it, but found myself skimming it, then having to go back a re-read - not such a good thing. My summary would be, What? Ten years? Next book in queue is a biography of Suzanne Valadon, artist extraordinaire.
Finally, my kids spend a lot of time on the web (too much if you asked me), but found this joke somewhere. Though possibly a tad politically incorrect, it did make me grin. Oh those kids.
