August 10, 2024

Yesterday crowned with vast labors in the garden, labors necessitated by neglect, but satisfying in any case. Preparing the iris garden for another year. Cicadae rattled in indignation when I disturbed their perches.  

Ill and largely sleepless last night. It must have been something I ate, but all I ate was guacamole, and my system should be used to that. 

Finished the rewrite. Watched the Olympics. Wrote an outline for the Christmas concert.