This year is not like the others. There are no cold beers to drink or pools by which to lounge, no trips to the beach to await eagerly. The season is changing or so I'm told, but really all I feel is... nothing much, actually. A certain numbness has pervaded my waking hours and in between bouts of panic over this pain or that, all I've been able to muster is a vague sort of regret for the winter we didn't have.
I'm pretty limited in what I can do these days both on order and in ability. Best I can do is putter around my "garden" and live vicariously through Hold Steady albums, go to bed early and often. It's not a life I'd recommend. BUT! At least it's possibly only temporary, right?
TWO KINDS of basil.
Lettuces that I'm not allowed to eat.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, etc.
And lest you think life is all misery and woe...
I still have my playoffs tickets. (So sometimes life is EXTRA miserable and woeful.)