June 18, 2014

Sleeping huge chunks of yesterday and all night last night restored me. I was in actual pain– from exhaustion? Hardly seems likely, but– Good visit to the Y, weeding, dead-heading, watering, discovering honey locust had sprouted in my absence. I tried to transplant some of it to the sun, discovered it sprouts from long underground runners and maybe impossible to transplant. Did break of a section of runner and put it in the ground, watered it. Let’s see.

Brought two souvenirs back: a bag with a picture of Gustav Klimt and his cat on it. I love it. A piece of Hungarian lace. I hate it.