Flutterings

The clock from Mus:



I am stupid tired -- as in, tired enough to do stupid things that end up having to be redone to undo the stupid -- but I also got in a walk before sundown, which in addition to improving my mood included petting a dog, buying a birthday card (and some other fun) at Gift Horse, and figuring out the first line of a fic that's been making like an unhookable trout.

I cooked chili with green tomatoes I canned back in November 2020 and the last of the red cherry tomatoes I canned this past September, and garlic nuggets homegrown and processed by big sister's "outlaw" (ex-sis-in-law). Two conference-organizing colleagues and I had a productive conversation on Slack about striving for inclusive language in Spanish. A friend and I chatted on Discord about Edwardian clothing and Purim costumes.

Mus also sent the sugar plum jam I just spread over half a bagel + 2 bites, for dessert.

The white hellebore looks much better now that I've given it a good trimming. Same with the geranium. I am pleased with myself for keeping the asparagus ferns alive all winter.



I am itemizing things, you realize, to stave off dread and despair maintain perspective.

There were three tiny tomatoes in the library room. I popped the one below into my mouth yesterday, and it was astonishingly sweet.