Good heavens. Time does fly, doesn’t it?

Well, OK, so… the good newses:

I pulled FOUR eggs outta the eggbox today.  Seems we’re firing on all cylinders, so to speak.

The bathroom is mostly done.  Note “mostly.”  This has gotta be a new world record for an 6×10 bathroom remodel.

Also, I found someone to work in the garden again.  Took a couple of months off and finally hired Julia, who I’d interviewed a LONG time ago for the job.  So far, so good.  She knows her plants and has jumped right in to getting the mess under control.

The bad newses are:

It’s seasonal affective disorder time again.  This generally means that I walk around looking like a character from a Bergman film, drink a lot, and despair… the despair…

The yard is a mildewy gooey disgusting mess.  I haven’t been out in weeks.  Not to sensationalize the situation, the “global economic crisis” has served as a reminder that I need money to keep my family housed and fed.

So, I’ve been putting a little extra elbow-grease into keeping my clients happy and making sure my infrastructure doesn’t start to crumble.  Believe me, your eyes would cross if I even began to explain what that means, but the net result has been pounds and pounds of rotten produce on the vine.

I have one billion slugs.  Quite amazing, really.  Just heard last night that nematodes will also control slugs.  Huh.  Might try another pack– I used one one the areas where I was seeing weevil damage.

Getting a little cold for nematodes, I think, and at $20/pack, I hate to waste ‘em, but my veggie’s are all looking pretty pathetic.  You can’t lift a leaf without finding a couple of slugs getting it on underneath.  Apparently, seasonal change affects them a bit differently than me.

No pictures.  Why bother?  What’s the point?

Oh, the darkness…