Stream of Consciousness (might have giardia)

Incredibly sunny outside.  I have all kinds of energy, but watched A Beautiful Mind for lunch anyway.  I'm trying to get a mental angle on writing about Ireland, and not succeeding very well.  Non-fiction is hard.  It's full of facts and personality and stuff.  (Ahem.)  But I have confidence that I'll figure it out by dinnertime.  I have a test that I need to take tomorrow, but I don't know what it's about, except that it will have something to do with my job application for an administrative staff position.  I put the cushions on the outside furniture, and imagined that the cover for the gazebo would be filled with spiders, so I procrastinated by planting 11 red nicotiana (the 2 six packs had one missing--I was totally ripped off to the tune of about 30 cents--or maybe they were on sale and I got ripped off less.)  I stared at my tree peony, which exploded and now is really, really pink with flowers so huge they're ridiculous.  The tree peony really needs to get bigger so it's not so disproportional.  Even Cyrano de Bergerac would laugh.  I may have to paint and drink wine later today.  I painted and drank wine during a blackout yesterday with my friend R, and watched a power station thingy burn, and bought paint brushes and indigo watercolor because I wanted more versatility in shadows.  I pushed a wheelbarrow that was so squeaky we couldn't stop laughing about it.  After dark, a nighthawk screeched just outside the house.  It was beautiful, at first.  I now have a cat in my lap, which means I have a sudden urge to get up and do something urgent, because I'm pinned by cuteness and I realize that I can't get up and do something urgent lest I disturb the cuteness.

My life is beautiful.  I hope I don't get an awful disease and die before I can see how it all ends.