I've had my gardening gloves on.
After what seems like forever we had some actual sunshine around here. The dry (if cloudy) weather preceding it helped drain the sludge (aka garden soil) so that today it was workable. I planted my quaking grass, holy mole peppers, anchusa, and love lies bleeding seedlings. I also managed to transplant my pampas grass starts into gallon containers.
I'm still a dizzy muffin but I'm feeling much, much better today. Just in time to go to work tomorrow. Ugh. Went to the doctor and the doctor said, no more monkeys--actually, she looked confident that the treatment I'm signed up for will work. So, come July, I'll have to suffer for another week and then voila! Things should get better. Not instantly, but over the course of the following months.
I wrote a weird story (probably too weird to be publishable) and worked some on Signet while I reclined on the couch last night. I know, I know, again with the rewarding being sick thing. But it felt good to play in the Masks universe again without (shudder) having to edit the manuscript. I much prefer first draft writing over editing, at least for now. Maybe I'll change my mind after the master's course.
Speaking of rewards for being infirm, apparently we get punished for getting better. Not only do I get to go back to work (um, yay?) but the girl is out of her cast and is now in a brace, which means she gets to do all the non-fun parts of PE, like running, again. Well, I enjoy running but I suspect, gauging by her expression yesterday, that she was less than thrilled. She prefers team sports, which will be off limits until that brace is off.
I've had my rest and some water. Time to go plant a few more things. Tomorrow's forecast--covered by store ceiling followed by cloudy skies.