Hanging on

Damned cold.

I'm hanging in, not on, the damned cold is hanging on and, from others' experience with it, it'll be here for a while.

The grass, however, won't wait another day. I have to mow today whether I feel like it or not.

I actually am a little more comfortable sitting or standing than I am lying abed reclining, so maybe it'll be fine. Hoping the anticipation is worse than the reality when it comes to riding around in the grass for three hours.

I'd also thought I might take a very short walk. Maybe a mile. Or maybe to the end of the driveway and back (which is a tenth of a mile). Heh.

When I do venture outdoors for a bit, I'm overwhelmed with how fast the weeds have grown. Yesterday when I had to go to the garage for something, I noticed what I thought was a volunteer tomato plant in the asparagus bed. That's not unusual. But upon closer inspection, it's flat-leaf parsley.

How weird is that? A gift from the birds, I suppose.

Now that I'm up and feeling not quite as bad as I did an hour ago, I think I'll work on the Keynote presentation. It shouldn't take more than a couple hours to wrap it up. I'm going to give everyone at the workshop an outline of it, rather than print out each of the slides.

That would be a whole lotta ink.