It's cloudy outside again, and my body knows it. Blah.
In better news, I got my garden started on Wednesday in a fit of sun-fueled productivity. Three trash bags of weeds and dead leaves and a bag of compost and some very aching muscles later, tah dah!
Those are my strawberry plants, because I found the answer on when to plant those guys. ("Today. Yesterday would have been better, but for sure right now.") Also planted some sweet pea seeds left over from last year and put up a dinky little Wammart trellis for them to climb. We shall see.
Yesterday I went to our local IFA Country store with the Tiny Dark Lord to grab more compost and turned the corner to see a 6-foot-tall container stacked with layers of kidding-you-not live fluffy peeping baby chicks. And then I dropped dead and had to be revived. It was like a baby chick skyscraper. There were also ducklings and turkeys, but the baby chicks were the cutest.
(And yes, I know that a "chick" by definition is already understood to be a baby, much in the same way that lambs are, but I will never be able to stop myself from saying "baby chicks" and "baby lambs." The fourteen or so posts about baby lambs will attest.)
Anyway. That was yesterday, when it was still sunny and good. Now it is cloudy and the Dark Lord is continuing his Streak of Clingy Whinyness that doesn't at all make me want to run away to a seedy motel or similar where I can be by myself. He is napping now, which is my one chance to go get some stuff done.
Signing off, and hoping y'all have lovely weekends!