...of uninterrupted sleep and i feel new as the april morning shining outside my window. well...maybe not quite that new, but nearly. the gardens are calling me, the weeds are taunting me, but marsia is running rampamt through my head and i owe debby eight tweaked chapters of rigged.
im looking forward to this afternoon's workshop at rose's. vietnamese food sounds good for dinner. if i get the chapters done, and take a stab at the weeds, i may even have time to stop and buy flowers.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.