|12:17 pm - 'Time it was and what a time it was'|
I suppose I'm happy that Environment Canada has revised its projected lows this week from 2 or 3C to a more seasonable 6. The neighbour's cherry tree provides all the ersatz snow flurries one needs. Today is classic 'May pretending to be November' grey and white, and if I hadn't misplaced a bunch of my past I'd give you examples of 'on such a day as this.' But as it is- in the moment, for the moment, where rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
Have kinder gentler knee exercises from the physiotherapist, except for the one that isn't, and hope I've misplaced enough of the three-year-old me as well that I will actually do them.
Still digging through boxes, last night discovered all my Gaiden eps and a bunch of WARDs as well in a box in the spare room cupboard. Removed eps from WARDs and threw the detritus in the recycle. Wonder if I shouldn't have thrown out the eps as well, Buddhist non-attachedly, but tankoubon aren't really the same and looking through those phone books from eight or nine years ago was bittersweet indulgence, a reminder of when the world was more peopled than it is now.