July 13, 2021

I can’t use the heat as an excuse for not writing today, Dear Reader…I was just too busy with life and stuff.  And these existential crises/tsunamis aren’t helping anything.
Jose and the Army of Gardeners sprayed fertilizer all over the grounds today.  Thus, The Shed smelled vaguely like a garden shop/nursery all day.  At one point I stepped outside and was shocked by the legion of flies that had suddenly descended to have sex with the grass.  Lawn coitus.  It was grotesque.

N.P.: “Purple Haze” – The Cure

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