The lovely orange azalea has now entered into bloom, which will last maybe a week.
I’ve not been paying much attention to the outside world this weekend, as it’s a tiring and dispiriting situation, despite my optimism that, soon enough, even his outer-ring supporters will realize he’s only working for himself, and not them.
But this weekend, peering through cataracts and typing hampered by recovery from shoulder surgery and triggerfinger in both hands, I’ve been taking care of myself.
