May 25th, 2019

discworld angels from most-suspicious

How do they rise up?

The lilacs were half out yesterday, so I snapped a few off, put them in water, and was greeted on the morning of the glorious 25th by the perfume of lilac in my kitchen. And fine for a day or two, but lilac has a cloying note to it; I shan't keep them much longer, I think. Especially as the allergy season has come in like gangbusters and my sinuses are draining me to death.

Have managed to kludge my neck by sleeping in the wrong position. Oh, age.

Mugginess has descended, and steaminess when the sun shines. Temps go into the 20s/ 70sF, which is Toronto's cue to start our famous humidity. This probably consoles those who peeved at having to wear winter coats a scant fortnight ago, but I could wish for drier. As it was, today was heavy rain that happily stopped while I went to physio, and then came back as loud thunder and more heavy rain.