Dreamt of unreasonable people and marimbas

Yesterday I woke up feeling fine, but got out of bed feeling like crap. Wound up skipping breakfast and lunch in favor of slow rehydration and animal crackers. I sent P to the farmers market for blueberries, plums, green beans, carrots, and some canning supplies. While watching episodes of Legends on and off I deep-cleaned the stove, made mujadara, ate, and made elderberry juice for jelly. I went out to the garden with a ball of fabric ties and a hori knife and wreaked some order in the chaos. There’s now more air amongst the orange plum tomatoes, calendula, and carrots, some of the ruder sunflowers are back in line, and I kicked the crap out of the creepers taking over the back fence. That branch of the locust needs to go soon. I read more of Enna; it’s mostly built out of people-not-talking-to-each-other but still entertaining.

I’m maybe okay now, except for a weird eye thing? We’ll see how I feel once out of bed.