I forgot I missed a significant milestone last Wednesday: the post that day was number 27 since January 1st, which is one more than I wrote in all of 2018. To celebrate, a poem:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’m less lazy this year
I hope next year too.
As to the weekend (and today): the usual. Pine&Meyer and a bit of fussing with the Florists when I couldn’t stand looking at Jon’s rotten writing one more time.
Jon’s rotten writing.
It is absolutely his fault. You’ll see why if I ever finish chapter 6.