Light at the end of the tunnel?

Breezy today, as per forecast (who would have thought it?) and the maple tree blossoms are falling to form a green shadow on the ground. Maybe the pollen will cease and desist without a court order.

Of course, I have to go out and mow the grass, which will stir up all the nasty stuff already on the ground...

Printed off XXVI on SIGNATURES this morning, started in on XXVII, which _should_ invoke -END- at the, well, end. And then I can go back and make the rest of the first draft all lovely and coherent. Which it ain't, right now.

And a note to the general world, which won't reach its intended targets because they don't read Live Journal -- if your aged great-aunt and -uncle* tell you that they can't attend your wedding next fall because of failing health, don't write back and ask them to reconsider. It's rude. And uncouth. Believe me, they meant it.

*No, not us. We won't be attending either, but for other reasons.

Legions of enemies beheaded

(Also a few friends, but what's a little collateral damage...)

Mowed the lawn. Avoided most of the white violets that persist in growing in the lawn because we don't poison or fertilize or seed the damned thing -- that would only encourage it. Also beheaded some asparagus.

Have downed a preemptive benadryl surrogate. Think I will go for a walk.

Fresh asparagus, a couple of minutes in the microwave, browned butter.

Later.