Where has this day gone and where is it going? I do not know. But I just got good news about our darling friend in the hospital and things do not look as dire as they did yesterday for which I am incredibly grateful and we are all breathing a sigh of relief.
Sheets are on the line and Mr. Moon and Mr. Tearful are going to meet up here soon to travel together down to central Florida for a possible truck-buying. The Nomads need a new tow-vehicle. Funny how these things work out.
Jessie and Vergil and August are back at home, safe and sound, and Lily has taken Greta back to her humans. The camellias are giving me more blooms and the tea olive is blooming again. The Bradford pears which I thought would never lose their leaves this year are already plumping up their bare limbs with buds. It is time to go find new baby chicks, I think.
I did not watch five minutes of the Oscars last night. Three minutes of watching someone get an award was enough for me. I had no stomach for the humor which, in trying to address the racial inequality seemed to make it all even worse. That's probably just me, though.
I can't believe our country is still so stuck in this place. In some ways, it is worse than ever as certain political candidates call forth people to show their true colors, no pun intended.
Oh well. La-di-dah. I'm not solving any world problems today.
It's Leap Day, right?
Go ask someone to marry you if you feel so inclined.