Huckleberry of Trill

Maybe I should stop commenting on how much I don't sleep. Someday I will get eight hours and only wake up, oh, six or eight times, and then it WILL be news. We have crocuses all over the place in front of the house. We have more than I remembered, or remembered planting, but hey, I'll take them wherever they came from! The first of the daffodils burst out of their buds toward the end of the afternoon, and I'm excited. There are more to come. I think I will cut these, and add them to a bunch of tulips from the garden store, and take them to my mother tomorrow.

The Sparrowhawk spent the morning constructing two more fence panels. I picked up fallen sticks and dug up weeds. It's too bad those darn thistles are not edible or good for medicine or anything, because I certainly have an abundance of them. I pry the leaf medallions out of the ground with a trowel, and try to pull the long root out of the dirt. Inspired by siriosa, I tried doing a plank this morning to see if I could still do it. I did one that was maybe 45 seconds, but I didn't have a good timer, and then another timed one that was 30 seconds. This is a good idea, if I can remember to do it. But ANYWAY, the point is that I didn't need to add yoga or anything given how much stretching around I had to do to dig up those dang thistles. Somehow I managed to get myself covered in mud, so I had to make a complete change of clothing before I could go to the dentist. And I was almost late to the dentist, because I was distracted by sparrows quarreling and coupling in the driveway next to the car.

I had awakened before dawn with the thought, "It's too late for everything to be all right" forming in my mind. I continued to fall into little puddles of sadness throughout the day. I decided to go to see my mother a day early and stay with Deb overnight, before heading over to the care conference, part II, on Wednesday. So I'll be going there tomorrow instead of spending another nice day in the garden. I've been distracting myself pretty well, but if the dental assistant had found anything wrong with my teeth, I think I would have just burst into tears. I had to change the appointment from Wednesday to today because of the conference, and this wasn't a good day for it, but I wanted to get it over with. Much to my relief, I had hardly any plaque or anything on my teeth, so the cleaning was very quick and painless. She warned me again about a couple of spots that need more assiduous flossing, but overall I did a pretty good job. So I got out of there without breaking down, and my fangs are nice and shiny now. I should place a decorative sprig of dandelion between them and cavort with Aphrodite's sparrows.