Time to Prune
Today the sun shone -
My rose garden called to me.
Time to prune it back.
I don't think they make gloves stout enough to prevent all thorns sneaking through the leather...But I only got stuck maybe 3 times.
I'm in a weird mood. Total writer's "don't want to" block.
Don't even want to read squish.
You know it's a strange day.
All I want to do is read economic and social histories. I'm working through 2 of them right now: As Various as Their Land: The Everyday Lives of 18th Century Americans by Stephanie Wolf, and The Best Poor Man's Country: A Geographical Study of Early Southeastern Pennsylvania by James T. Lemon. Before that it was Japan Before Tokugawa.
This is the type of thing I read in my spare time. Kinda weird for a person who writes squish, but there you have it.
Maybe I'll squeeze out a drabble. Maybe not.
Tomorrow's my hubby's birthday. Don't know what we're going to do yet.
But I might be hard to see outside of stuff for the FA awards if the history and garden bugs really sweep me off of my feet. Or I may wake up tomorrow and today might have been a fluke. It's really hard to know yet.