...however briefly. The office has been a perfect storm of insanity, it's been all I can do to read my f-list while wolfing lunch.
No frost in Montpelier yet. It's a bit odd, actually, but I still have tomatillas! Most everything else, except for leeks and brussels sprouts, is done for the year (or, in the case of the pole beans, I've stopped picking but the plants are still loaded). Garlic and potato onions need to be planted, and I need to find some composted manure or something to work in before the beds are mulched down for winter.
This week is a total zoo outside of work too. Something going on every night with the possible exception of Friday. Isn't this supposed to be the season of reflection, slowing down, putting things to bed, etc.? Despite this, last night's insanity was most worthwhile, I rushed back from a site visit for work, changed, gulped down dinner, and raced to Burlington with T to see
the Royal Drummers of Burundi. Wow. If they ever perform near you, and you like drumming at all, run, do not walk, to get tickets.
And now, back to the salt mines. Perhaps later I will whine about the Big Desk-Moving Event that will be happening Friday in my office.