I am well-rested

And it is grand. Well, I lie. I am trying to pretend that sleeping the last couple of nights is better than having gone out and done something fun, but I know that I would rather have been camping or hiking or vacationing to the moon. Luckily, it was raining, and none of those things were on the agenda.
Whenever the blogger url is gone from my recent history list, I know that it is probably time to post something on here. I have mada a resolution to not blog from work, so I don't know how often I will find the time for this.

My gardening season is off to a less than stellar start. My peas, tulips, and croci were all terrorized by the local rabbit population, so each had or will have a sub-optimal performance this spring.
I did have one interesting occasion to take down one of my enemies the other day. I was weeding the back of the border bed when I noticed a light-brown, furry lump six inches from my hand. It was baby version of one of my foliage foragers. All of six inches, he was. He was...
But I couldn't kill him. Just couldn't do it. Partially from my own innate compassion and partially because I saw one of his family members four feet away with its face eaten off (hey, maybe this little turd was a cannibal). For whatever reason, I couldn't take him out, and I didn't feel like taking him to the country, so I put him in a neighbor's yard across a street and few yards from Iris's place.

I haven't been paying attention to politics to my normal degree, but I am still a hell of a lot more informed than the average American. Isn't that sad?

The new Red Hot Chili Peppers album is good stuff. I would even buy it if I could afford anything more than gas money.

I am watching a Jennifer Lopez movie right now. Yeah, I know.
My day has consisted of going back to sleep many times, mothe complaining about a running toilet, a long bath (and a Whitman biography), a staggered breakfast, and this movie. I should probably learn the title of it, but I won't. I think I will go to the grandmother's today. There are some rasberries to be planted as well as a number of bulbs.
It is time to plant sweet corn. I know this because the oak leaves are as big or bigger than a squirrel's ear.
My lettuce is coming up, and the radishes and carrots have been placed.

Maybe instead of doing anything, I will just listen to Allison Krauss and do nothing. That might be more productive for my mental state. Who am I kidding? Brooding and lazing about is never more productive than breathing clean (relatively) air and using hand tools.

Peace.