Today's plan was to do a bit of eat-later cooking then head outside to transplant the vegetable seedling I raised from seeds. Good plan, that. The problem is the sky just opened up, the rain came down almost as if someone opened a sprinkler above Acadia House and now I have to regroup and punt. ( John Lennon was right, life is what happens while you're busy making plans )

I woke up this morning still channelling a goddess. Scathach. If everything living in this house is still living come dusk it will be an authentic miracle. Then I'm moving to the outside world. ( This is the mother and father of all rants and if you're offended you know which part of me you can kiss )