Saturday evening

[ksmith]

...and the wind it blows.

Busy week at work. Next week will be even busier because I have a report I need to finish before I take off for Wiscon. I have two meeting-free days that I have blocked off. All I'll need to do is find an empty office and hide.

We didn't get the rain they said we would today, so I had a chance to spread some mulch and plant a little grass seed. Mulching meant the use of landscape cloth to prevent the weeds from poking through. The cloth can be fastened to the ground with either plastic spikes or metal Frankenhairpins--I wish someone would explain to me WHY those fasteners come in bags of freakin' *10* when you can easily go through 20 or 30 of the things fastening down the cloth in a relatively small space. A bag of a hundred wouldn't have gone amiss here.

Next time, I guess I take a ride to the big hardware box.

Working through a tricky chapter in J5. The end of a couple of relationships and the rekindling of another.

Comments

[hoosier-red.livejournal.com]

Yes, just taunt us with these hints, see if we care. Here, have a box of salt and rub it in -- in the words of the Sheriff of Nottingham, "It'll hurt more!" :-D

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

Salt scrub works wonders on winter-weary skin. ;-p

On a more serious note, I am glad that the characters' natural inclinations took over from the writer's feeble attempts at justification and dictated what would happen next.