It’s in the 50s, pouring down rain again, or maybe I should just note when it isn’t raining these days.  It’s weird to think it’s snowy and cold where my son is in St. L.  Even fake spring is alright with me (aside from the climate change implications).  I just pretend and go about my gardening.

Misu says blah; if I can’t get outside, I’d rather keep hibernating up in my closet nest.  So decadent.