|08:47 pm - Even more random|
Ah, the sweet druggy fall-out of working a seven hour day, 8:30 to 5:45, with an unfortunate 90 minute break that let me buy pastry and eat it all. Periodically stretched IT band; we shall see to what effect.
Don't know why my s-i-l gets so worked up about the raccoon buzzer. Doesn't work. Tuesday night a very large raccoon was moseying about my yard in the rain. Did not eat the squash flowers, and last night I discovered a single female bud, which I fertilized from one of the many males.
The is-it-a-linden? tree on the front lawn has shed a carpet of seedlings which in the rain became a carpet indeed, and impossible to get off the soles of one's shoes. May contribute to the violent sneezing when home and the still very genki sore throat and owie ears.
Have reached the bit about Arabella's brother being rector at Grace Adieu. It was this morning, waking regularly at 4 and 5 and 6 because I had to be up at 7, that I realized I'd been thinking of Grace Adieu as an English word, something to do with the Fall of Man and Original Sin. It could just as easily be French with the opposite meaning, grâce à Dieu, thanks to God.