I should just take a day off. When I woke up early yesterday, I was optimistic. Then I went to bed at the normal hour last night and just lay there. Sleep would not come to me. I tossed. I turned. I got up and drank a glass of water. I went back to bed. Still, I did not sleep.
Finally I must have, and when I woke up, cramped and grumpy, it was 9:00 a.m. Well, by the clocks that Walt changed last night. It was really just 8:00 a.m. Or was it? What time is it really?
I'm hoping for rain today. The last time I saw rain was on March 10, the day I arrived in North Carolina. The ground here is very dry indeed. If it doesn't rain, I'll need to go water my greens. If it does rain, I want to take a lot of potted plants out of the little sun porch and give them a good drink. Maybe they won't have to come back in this year.