Spring is worse than being in love

There are so many stomach-flips, heart-soarings, ringings in my head, I'm not sure what to do. It's not even as if it's a real spring.

I got a gardening catalogue the other day. They have striped paste tomatoes. How cool is that? And when you make paste from them, only you, the gardener, know that it was made from anything fancy.

Slept like the dead. Will do so again tonight. Sleep is good.

Lookin forward to a bunch of spinoff LARP sessions, the interest seems to be there.

Now, to get through today's work. Love y'all. Make sure you go outside and look at something living today.