Huh.

annwyd just pointed out that my narrator may have Asperger's. She may be right -- though he does have the compensating factor of being an empath.

Huh.

(601 words on 19 over the weekend.)

Ugh.

Too much acid in the gut.

Too much . . . much in the head.

Vision even more pixelated than usual.

Taking my fucking vitamins now.

Been meaning to comment on this for about a week.

About two or three years ago, when we first moved into this house, I planted a bunch of lilies and . . . irises, I think. Nothing came up, really. TIme passed.

Then the other day teinedreugan and I were going out and I spotted, buried deep in the mass of weeds that is my front dirt, a handful of Stargazer blooms. Those are mostly spent now; some ordinary pink ones dominate but there's still a Stargazer hiding behind the sunflower that the birds planted.

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Also, there is nothing quite like going outside to make me cease to consider the air conditioning we've got in here feeble and inadequate.