But the thing is, and here's the dilemma: I raise my weary butt back up off this chair, drag myself sulkily outside, play dodge-the-deluge - then what - I'll be able to see what an over-grown tragedy Shakespeare could have based at least two plays on (okay, one and a half), my once well tended garden is.
I WANT SOME PROPER WEST COAST WEATHER!! This dry, calm stuff is seriously messing with my writing time - or midgies - even if there were clouds of midgies out there I'd have an excuse to stay in and pretend I was peed off not to be eyebrows deep in a flower bed.
I give in - windows it is. I'll work on a good reason to ignore the garden till next weekend while I'm out.
PS. I have no idea why that section in the middle is indented that way and can't figure out how to sort it.....................
Tune is: Fall Out Boy - "My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark" - because it's stuck in my head today.