I hear yelling, arguing and generalized disgruntlement. It must be morning.
The kids are once again engaged in their weekday morning ritual of bemoaning their fate of having to go to school. I’m engaged in my morning ritual of counting the minutes until I can go back to bed. Nineteen minutes as of this writing.
Hey if I work it right, I could gradually meander my way back towards my bedroom, be hitting the bed as they walk out the door, and asleep by the time the doors close behind them. Actually, since I want to keep them from fighting any more, that wouldn’t work. Bummer.
My Snail Vine has started to show signs of life, with new growth peeping out from under the bark of winter covers. I’ve got high hopes for these plants. They should be fun to grow, and even more fun to smell!