rejectomorph | A Post In Which I Do Not Mention Sluggo

Another mostly gray day, and another night of drifting clouds, the moon trailing shrouds that glow and grow dark, then glow again. The mulberry tree is back to spewing puffs of pollen, and I am back to having a stuffy head. There are still only five lily blossoms. They bloomed before the rain came. Dozens of others were about to join them, but the damp and cold have held them back, and the early five are now wilting. The plants are confused.

I have not yet gotten to the store to buy the splitter and surge protector I need before I can set up the new computer. Everything always takes longer than I expect. The further delay has allowed me to shift some more objects about, though. The place is in danger of looking almost tidy. The shifting has exposed floor space which hasn't seen daylight for years. Tomorrow, I'll take the vacuum to it.

I'll be glad when the disruption is over.