out of it? Please try to get some more rest and take care of yourself. And pet the kidcats for me.

This morning I am going to make an actual breakfast. I think I might have a yellow squash ready for picking so that an a recently picked zucchini should inspired me to make an afternoon meal.

I've gotten most of the really robust garlic pulled but will take a stroll to see if I can find some more. I want to get it bundled and ready for curing.

Weeding can wait until we get rain.

The kidcats say 'Meow Morning!'

excited for you about the garlic. Can't even order the starters until August here. I used to love the Gilroy Garlic Festival, but I see that it has turned into something completely dufferent, another victim of covid!

Anyway, snuggle with the babies, and have a peaceful, restful day.

I do use the push mower from some trim work. Sometimes. Today I might just pull out the weed wacker. And I'm just going to mow the house lawn. The back lot, which is probably a little bigger and with no structure, can wait another day or so. And then I might mow the front half, just for the aesthetics. The grass height in the back isn't that easy to discern from the street.

weed whacker!

because they will be forgiving and grateful for the slip up, no matter how confused. They don't judge us like people do.

I pulled something similar years ago, but in a human setting that was quite embarassing.

I had a second job, part time evenings and Saturday mornings. I had just started a med that combined an antihistamine with a decongestant. It was early autumn, when the morning sky looked a lot like the evening sky.

I had Friday night off and fell asleep around 6 pm from the effects of the med. When I woke up, my clock said 8:00. The sky had a pink dawn glow. OMG! I had slept through the night and was due at work for Saturday morning.

I rushed into work and saw co-workers doing tasks that I was normally assigned to. I apologized for not being there sooner and said that I would take over. One of them said, "Don't you have Friday nights off?" I said yes, but did not go anywhere Friday because my new med made me tired and I must have slept right through.

Another one said, "But it's Friday. What are you talking about?"

I was totally confused. They finally made me realize that it was Friday evening, just after 8 pm, not Saturday morning at 8 am.

One of them said she wanted whatever I was taking. They never let me live it down.

So, as the spacy Luna Lovegood says in a Harry Potter book/film, "Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am."

Pretty much 24 hour daylight or darkness during Summer/Winter so clocks that didn't indicate am or pm were a curse, especially during the weekends. People would come rushing to the clinic thinking it was 8am Monday when it was actually 8pm Sunday.

We used to have midnight soft ball games.

Wonder what Gryff wanted? At least he got seconds out of it! Take care.