Loose end Saturday

[flemmings]

WTF, DW? Open a new tab and suddenly my half-written entry's gone. Ok, once again

Tomorrow will be warm and the little white points on the cherry tree will burst into bloom.

Cooked a butternut squash, wihich gave me indigestion and stained the cutting board turmeric yellow. Bleach was applied. I keep hoping the butternut will turn into kabocha, because you can actually do things with kabocha, but of course it never does.

Was chuffed at finding a cough syrup that specifically addresses 'tickly throat coughs' because that's what I get with allergies and it drives me mad. Turns out to be the ingredient that actually reinforces the covid virus. So much for that, then.

Comments

[incandescens]

Alas, our local cherry trees have gone from the little white points to the heavy blossom stage and out the other side, and are now at the drooping brown-tinged limpness stage. Rather depressing.

(Though admittedly some of the depression may be due to getting the book 7 edits back. Editor is kind but stern. Much needs to be done. I'm trying to suppress my Inner Porcupine and do it.)

[flemmings]

Oh dear. Faded blossoms and hideous redlines and no end in sight to the current situation. No wonder you're depressed.

[incandescens]

I mean, first world problems, I _am_ having a book published... but still.

[flemmings]

Yes, still. Flea bites may not be gaping wounds but they itch nonetheless.