So, I'm home. Blargh.
It's because I have no life, you see...
I find it incredibly odd to be sitting here and not editing, reworking, revising, adding content, and muttering under my breath at my novel. What's a girl to do when she's finally reached The End?
What happens when I have nothing to blog about? I ramble.
Because I have nothing to blog about this week, an assurance that I am not about to hurl myself off the Harvey Taylor Bridge...
Because I can't have a little zen gardening time like normal people...
A little status update on the Migrant Garden now that it's been moved back outside. Hopefully the lingering frosts are finally giving up and I can keep them outside. Also, I hope it stops freaking raining nearly every day of the week because it's really getting old. Mouse over the pics for the snazzy captioning feature!