The asparagus has erupted, here and there, like mild acne.

Of course, nobody really grows asparagus at home. Not really. It’s more of an indicator, really. It indicates how hard it is to grow asparagus. It also points to the inevitability of spring—this is really happening! And it serves, with its bold aspirations, here and there across the three square yards it’s been allotted, as a kind of rebuke. The highest spear, the lowest spear, all the spears in between, couldn’t make a meal between them, try as they might.

So what are you doing with your life?

I can’t say, “here’s the thing Tanja did today that she couldn’t do yesterday.” The progress isn’t like that. C’mon. You know that!

But she did a lot today. Laundromat, Goodwill, Laundramat, Fred Meyer, laundramat, new Seasons, home. By noon!

I know, right?

She’s working so hard. Napping hard too. She’s doing great! it just takes time. She’s bringing the various systems online, one after another.

Today, for example, some subroutine that had been dormant for weeks kicked in and I learned how to tell the upside of the sheet from the Dow facing side.

These things make the future look bright.

I’ve never met a person who claimed to not like this song. I imagine you’ve never met the same kind of people:)

https://youtu.be/LazbKZi8nFQ