Our erratic weather has a way of interfering with life. All week I have been looking forward to spending my Saturday in the garden up on Piedmont Avenue. It needs a lot of work -- namely someone going nuts at it with a pick-axe. I just woke up to the terrible and wonderful sound of rain. I like nothing more than staying in bed too late with the sound of rain hitting roof ringing in my ears, but it is hardly productive. I am trying to think positive: if it clears up today, my pick-axing will be so much easier tomorrow. Nothing like a good rain to soften up the dirt.
At least it is still May 24, which means tax free day at our local Ikea. I do not make a habit of supporting that god-forsaken place, but I really need a dresser and I am really in love with this one. Today might be the day.
Anyhow, I am going to wait about, work on my too slow going translating project, and enjoy this grey day for what it is.
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