Morning Has Broken

[greenstorm]

...and I slept through it! In fact I got something like eight full hours of sleep last night. It's really beautiful to sleep like that through this clear, sunny, still-cool morning with the knowledge that someone's coming home to you and then that someone is there, right there.

I haven't been giving my relationship with the SO enough credit lately. I tend to think of him as wildly different from me but there are definitely spots where we get along really really well. We -do- have a similar view on some stuff, be it through long association or nature.

Just not video games.

Today I get to see my garden in full light for the first time since I left, see how that clematis cutting and the transplanted passiflora are doing, see how everything is doing...

My ground cherries really missed me. They need to be potted up before I leave again because they aren't retaining enough water as is.

I also need to plant some sunflowers (courtesy of the juggler, Titan, supposed to get to three meters) and some stir-fry stuff.

Apparently my free-write last night provoked a number of responses from people. Responses are great but in this case it seems to have provoked some misunderstanding, maybe? Or at least some worried inquiries about some of the people and things I mentioned. I need to put disclaimers on those things.

Hm. It's hard to reliably keep the cupboards full with this sort of schedule. I had better get shopping today.

And what else? Nothing, for now. More forthcoming when I've got some handle on what's happened in the garden.

Comments

[darthmaus.livejournal.com]

Apparently my free-write last night provoked a number of responses from people. Responses are great but in this case it seems to have provoked some misunderstanding, maybe? Or at least some worried inquiries about some of the people and things I mentioned. I need to put disclaimers on those things.

Sorry :-) I get paranoid when things are up-in-the-air. Actually my current biggest pet peeve about Maus is that she doesn't deal very well with uncertainty. She needs to learn to ride the wave without constantly anticipating the crash... and just deal with getting wet when it comes.

Oooh, TWO completely wrecked metaphors in one day! I'm on a roll! Yes, THIS is the frame of mind in which I should be writing essays. Or not. ;-)

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I don't think there's anything to be sorry about. Sorry is what you say when you misinterpret something, murder someone, and then find out you were wrong. Not when you ask for clarification before responding.

When you do it that way it's me that should be saying thank you, not you that should be saying sorry.