I picked a bunch more tomatoes today. See?
Yes, some of them are only slightly red. But seeing as I was laid off today, I wasn't sure when I'd next get up to the garden to pick, so I took everything that was even slightly red.
And more basil, and some catnip.
And three green beans, but they were gone before I was in the car.
Yeah, yeah, laid off. It wasn't a shock (they're restructuring the whole office: good-bye to 40% of Marketing), and it was almost a relief to know, after the weird and worrisome weekend of wondering.
Harold greeted my lunchtime return with open arms:
He actually was glad to see me; this was after he got used to the idea. Yeah, Mom's home, yawn, whatever, nap time.
And best of all by far, I got to bring the baby home. He's no worse than he was*, which is a huge relief given my black fears and visions.
*I mean, plerual effusion doesn't even sound as bad as congestive heart failure, right?
Today could have been far worse.
Anyone in Greater Boston need a proofreader/copywriter/copy editor? Anyone? Bueller? I haz mad word skillz, y'all! Seriously, keep me in mind, would you?