I remembered what I forgot yesterday--there were two swans doing a mating dance in the wetland again yesterday morning. I sure hope one of those mating pairs sticks around and the wetland hasn't turned into just a place they come to fool around and then nest somewhere else haha. There were two dancing this morning with three others looking on. I'm not used to so many swans in one place.

I was really dragging big time all day yesterday, but I made it through. My work email wasn't working again when I clocked in. This is getting really annoying, because I have to clear the cache and when it syncs again, it restores emails I deleted or moved to other folders back into my inbox and all my categories disappear. I should bring this to IT's attention, but it is IT after all and, well, they're on my Do Not Respect list. So much so, that I'd rather lose all my settings every other week than have to ​​contact them. I miss the days when IT used to be helpful.

It rained a bit on and off yesterday, a half inch total. I worked on the front yard some, digging dandelions again. I'm having a hard time accepting the yard as it is, with the weeds and the creeping charlie and the grubs and the crabgrass and now, new this year, mole tunnels. Sigh. Sigh. Siiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhh.

It is hard to not care.

The frogs were incredibly loud this morning.

So loud that I thought perhaps I was mistaken and it was the sound of a police car siren or a house alarm! They stopped suddenly at the end of the video when a biker yelled On Your Left even though I wasn't even on the path.

I also saw the first bloom in these woods this morning, a red elderberry.

And my hands and forearm hurt. When did I get so old and decrepit that simply digging dandelions leaves my joints and muscles aching? The top knuckles on my left hand are especially sore. I don't want to slow down or take it easier. I want to keep doing what I enjoy doing.

And I did not eat the last serving of the Italian vegetable bake last night and had a salmon burger instead. It occurred to me that the mozzarella and cottage cheese in the bake may be the culprit upsetting my innards, since I became severely lactose intolerant since the sepsis. Who knows. Again, I am sick of eating food and trying to meet all the nutritional requirements while trying to avoid triggers. Food isn't even appealing anymore, there is nothing I eat and think, Oh, this tastes so good. (Well, except watermelon. But that's seasonal.) Every bite is like, ugh, do I have to eat this? If I could, I would just live on junk food for the rest of my life. Tater tots, chicken nuggets, potato chips (oohhh, potato chips!) babyback ribs, GF pizza, buffalo wings, candy, cookies, donuts, cake. ​A great big wet burrito smothered in cheese.

Yeah, no.