finally got my run in lat night between boisterous rainstorms, so i didn't have to spend an hour on the dreadmill. today we're going snowshoeing, tomorrow will be my off day, and then sunday [insert menacing music here] a FOUR mile run.
the shamrocks are in my room, always peeking out my window. i've had them since grandpa died, which has to be a record long relationship for me and one plant. but they are a straight forward plant, they communicate with me clearly - droopy and brown = water me. so i oblige...and they live on. it's those vague, evasive plants that don't let you know what they need that i have problems with. don't expect me to read your mind, plant. orchids are the worst, they look fantastic one day and the next they've dropped every leaf and petal and are just a stick in a pot. nice.
happy st. patrick's day! go zags!
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