False or true, this year it's blooming, and I'm missing it. Holly is documenting it, and it might still have some more to do after I'm home in a couple of weeks:
I got a Learn Nothing Day shirt that didn't fit me, but Holly has made a skirt of it.
Keith called today. I was in The Museum of Childhood, a distracting, noisy place, and I never heard or felt the phone. I called him back, at work, later and it was very nice to hear his voice. He loves me.
And here where I am, the view from the terrace/deck/balcony/porch-thing is this, from the left, and then to the right.
The internet is very spotty here, so I'll upload other photos when I get to more solid ethereal ground, metaphorically and mixédly speaking.