T.

Seattle. Re-entry phase. Dazed and dipsy.
Reilly has a sourdough starter fermenting
in the kitchen, and there were three ripe
cherry tomatoes on my single tomato plant
(I quickly consumed two).
Basement drain clogged with tree roots,
my personal plumber is out of town.
(One has need of a personal plumber
when one owns a nearly 100-year-old
home. Other people have personal trainers.)
Paul's house has suffered a bee-break-in,
and because of the current problems with
the bee populations, they can't be exterminated.
He's awaiting expert advice.
I'm awaiting Jim-Dandy Plumbers, two days hence.
Oh, and sleep. I've been up for 24 hours.