GreenAlder of Flourish

Okay, I give up. I'm just sick today. I'm not as tough as I used to be. I used to go to work feeling like this. I'd just be like, "How bad can it be, I'll take Advil or something, all I have to do is eight hours, then I get my paycheck and I need that money." Of course, it's that kind of attitude that led to me passed out on the old brown couch for three days, hallucinating with fever and in too much pain to swallow anything but imported Polish black currant juice from the Big 10 Party Store on the corner. So maybe it's just as well I'm not trying to do that any more. I don't actually learn any life lessons. I just get too tired.

I put on some clothes and we sat in the back yard for awhile. Did I mention that the back yard was the feature Aquinas loved best? "Back yard! Back yaaaard!" he shouted ecstatically, running up to the top end of the slope and then hurtling down again. My next door neighbor has a massive thicket of goldenrod at the back of his yard, and they're just coming in to bloom. The incandescent afternoon light in the goldenrod reminded me that, in Detroit, sunset time is already before 8 pm, and won't extend past 8 again until April 3 next year. Here in the west, the sun still lingers for a few minutes past 8, but soon it will slip away. I'll be living for April now.