I wish this sorish throat would just go away. (Well, not the throat, but definately the sore.) After an enitre day+ of intesive tea and silence, I was able to sing at rehersal this evening. Now, however, I feel rather ragged. This is starting to get me down. I mean, did I do something horrible in a former life in order to merit persistant, recurring upper resperitory infections? Hmmmm?
/whinging
On the cool things list, my cayenne pepper plant is blossoming. Now if need to see about getting it pollenated, and I may have peppers. Otherwise I just get flowers. Not that getting flowers is a bad thing. I'd have to say that getting flowers qualifies as very pleasant in my book. Come to think of it, I don't have nearly enough flowers in my life. I used to keep flowers on my gorcery list, including them with "produce". Then I moved in with the destructive cats, and stopped in futility. I think I shall reestablish that custom. After all, what better time to keep fresh flowers than when the days are growing short and dark and cold?
I guess it is time to toddle off to bed...after another pot of tea of course.
G'night.
