I grabbed a 6:30 commuter train to get to Center Shitty this morning; I didnât trust my driving skills under sleep deprivation, and frankly, I couldnât be arsed to do much more than sit and stare out a train window, catching peeks inside cars and houses as people started their days. It was a mild day, making for a comfortable walk between the train station and the hospital. While I walked the mile I couldnât help but notice that the cityâs daffodils are in full bud â well over a month too early. Once good snow, and this springs crop of narcissus is going to be utterly wiped out. My own daffodils at the house have four-inch leaves, but no sign of buds ⦠yet. Iâve been debating getting some mulch and covering them, but I have not time nor money nor inclination.
In other strange winter news, the robins (at least the male robins) never seem to have migrated this year. I have seen robins all winter so far, something that has never happened before. The flocks seem to be made exclusively of male robins; I donât know if this is significant or if the females flock separately in the winter and I just havenât run into them yet. Regardless, itâs weird.
Tonight I plan to curl up with a glass (or two) of wine and watch the 200th episode of NCIS. Hard to believe that the series started on almost the same day I returned to work after my transplant.