Saintly my three asses!

If one believes in saints and miracles, god speaking to us, then why isn't this being taken seriously as a message of holy disapproval? How much clearer can a deity be? It ain't just art criticism.

"No, those guys aren't here, man. Dante knew what he was talking about."

Long, long, long

Six full days of that crap. I think it's done for this time. This reminds me of the first year.

But I'm resigned to this going on for years yet, just to save my sanity

Awake at 5

How convenient. At least I get proper notice, these days. Well, sometimes at least.

Four weeks roundtrip.

Oh, for cripes...

Well, serves me right. BIL named son my ex-husband's name. Ugh.

Still, long ago, not really a sore spot, more proof of poor taste.

Getting underneath it all

Slipped out of work early, wanting only to be home. With permission, but not entirely fairly. I'm sure I'll be giving recompense. After the abbreviated weekend, I can deal with this.

So, I rested, had tea, then dug the garden.