GIP!
For once, a post from Daddy wherein there is no singing.
Despite the, to others, obvious signs of exhaustion, he hasn't been toning it down. He's still been sleeping with the plants, singing to them, and, in general, putting out more enegry then he's been taking in.
The up side to this is, of course, the fact that most of the plants are now only a week or so away from being ripe. He's that good, and boy, won't they be a blessing?
The downside is the fact that Daddy himself is now laying unconcious half in, half out of one of the plant beds, sleeping with the soy.
Sleeping is probably not the word.
And no, this post is not plot locked.
Despite the, to others, obvious signs of exhaustion, he hasn't been toning it down. He's still been sleeping with the plants, singing to them, and, in general, putting out more enegry then he's been taking in.
The up side to this is, of course, the fact that most of the plants are now only a week or so away from being ripe. He's that good, and boy, won't they be a blessing?
The downside is the fact that Daddy himself is now laying unconcious half in, half out of one of the plant beds, sleeping with the soy.
Sleeping is probably not the word.
And no, this post is not plot locked.