Pass the whine

[rolanni]

It was bookkeeping this evening. I'm still working on the sadly neglected closing out of SRM's fiscal year. Almost done, and then there's the filing.

Discovered today that most of what I wrote yesterday is Unnecessary to the Plot and needs to be yanked out and re-cast. I guess I should've thought longer.

A skunk dug up my newly planted irises. This is depressing me more than it reasonably ought, but dammit, I was looking forward to those iris. stupid skunk.

The trees of Maine are indulging in their annual ritual attempt to kill me with sex.

To make matters even more lively, my Borgia Tooth is acting up something terrible; my jawbone aches, my ear aches, my tooth aches. There must be a pair of pliers in this house somewhere.

Going to go find a cat and set up a snuggle station on the couch.

Comments

[cailleuch.livejournal.com]

Do you need more iris? You didn't specify if digging up was the only indignity or they were also consumed. I could send you a dozen or three if you like purple ones. Had borers in the others but these guys (see icon) cannot be killed. Eaten by hordes of ravenous squirrels has happened here however.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

It's kind of you to offer. I need to do a regrouping session with Steve, who was not entirely sanguine about the iris in the first place. .

[cailleuch.livejournal.com]

Well if you decide you want some, SRM has my email address. I also have an overabundance of light blue ones.