Three flat days are over and it’s time to get moving. I’m
not motivated to do much. It’s the endless wet gloom. Even a peek of sun makes
a huge difference in mood and activity. I may soak the orchids, or not. It’s so
humid that they aren’t dry. I may push the button on the washer, or wait until
it’s full. I made the bed and fed the dogs. Where is spring fever and the
desire to dig in the dirt?
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