divine angst

My mint plant LOVES this weather change. It’s bursting with new greenery all over the place! Apparently, it didn’t like the hot summer on the patio, which is too bad, because hot summer is the best time to enjoy drinks made with mint—juleps and mojitos.

As for the rest of my plants…well, Basil is dead; Sage is dead and the leaves look like dried-up dead spiders, so I’m going to have to unpot it soon before it really grosses me out; Rosemary has managed to survive whatever pest decided it was the most delicious plant ever and is putting out new shoots; and Italian Parsley is exploding with big new leaves.

So, 4 (or 3-1/2 because Rosemary is still questionable) out of 6. Not bad for a woman who inherited a black thumb from her mother.

If they make it through this winter (if I don’t neglect them too much, in other words), I may even get to take them to law school with me. That would be nice—some continuity.

I went to choir last night, and it wasn’t awful. It was actually kind of nice—I had the chance to hear the music and learn some notes I wasn’t catching while surrounded by the rest of my section.

The weather has cleared up—it’s sunny and crisp outside, and I love it.

No news on my grandfather, but word is he feels great. Tests are today.

I’ve been bad about getting to the gym and consequently feel sort of flabby and soft today, but I often feel flabby and soft, and can usually put bad body-image issues away when everything else is going well.

So. There you have it. Today is a new day. I have a project at work I’m about to finish up, then I’ll move on to a couple of minor tasks that will keep me busy but won’t be stressful. I’m kind of looking forward to them.

My brother arrives this evening for our family reunion, and everyone else will pour in tomorrow. I’m very excited to see my family; it’s been too long. We’re all just hoping our grandparents can make it in, too.