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StY has been having terrible insomnia, and it's affecting his health. So H did some reading and decided to make up some calming teas for StY to drink at bedtime. This despite the Sleepytime and Sweet Dreams commercial teas we always keep on hand.

H went to pick up his (third pair! the charm, apparently) new-made glasses at the mall, I went to look for delicate, complicated sterling ethnic chandelier earrings. Only teeny-delicate, not workmanship delicate in sterling. All the ethnic complex chandeliers were costume, and sold by the pound.

And then afterward we went by the whole and organic foods place out that way, and discovered the bulk dried herbs bins. I smell like heaven, just from handling them. German chamomile, lemon balm, rose hips, catnip, peppermint, other stuff I can't remember, just glorious scents. So now I have to make sure I harvest every stem and leaf of my own pots, instead of letting them go gently into winter, as long as they are willing to weather the cold, and consigning them to either spring renewal or compost after the first hard frost.

After sniffing and sifting and admiring the myriad colors of one bin in particular, I'm mourning the collection of rose petals, hips, and centers I'd collected over more than five years, which I let go a couple of years ago when I was "clearing out."

--Not that this will prevent more clearing, not at all. Because it's one of a handful of regrets in a whole basketful of grateful for the ease of weight and responsibility. Still, years' worth of rose petals, unopened buds, rose hips, from bouquets, the odd blossom from a neighbor's yard, two Garden Party events, when the local Rose Society members contributed armloads of their roses to decorate the party site... Wah!

I guess I could always begin a new collection...

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StY has been having terrible insomnia, and it's affecting his health. So H did some reading and decided to make up some calming teas for StY to drink at bedtime. This despite the Sleepytime and Sweet Dreams commercial teas we always keep on hand.

H went to pick up his (third pair! the charm, apparently) new-made glasses at the mall, I went to look for delicate, complicated sterling ethnic chandelier earrings. Only teeny-delicate, not workmanship delicate in sterling. All the ethnic complex chandeliers were costume, and sold by the pound.

And then afterward we went by the whole and organic foods place out that way, and discovered the bulk dried herbs bins. I smell like heaven, just from handling them. German chamomile, lemon balm, rose hips, catnip, peppermint, other stuff I can't remember, just glorious scents. So now I have to make sure I harvest every stem and leaf of my own pots, instead of letting them go gently into winter, as long as they are willing to weather the cold, and consigning them to either spring renewal or compost after the first hard frost.

After sniffing and sifting and admiring the myriad colors of one bin in particular, I'm mourning the collection of rose petals, hips, and centers I'd collected over more than five years, which I let go a couple of years ago when I was "clearing out."

--Not that this will prevent more clearing, not at all. Because it's one of a handful of regrets in a whole basketful of grateful for the ease of weight and responsibility. Still, years' worth of rose petals, unopened buds, rose hips, from bouquets, the odd blossom from a neighbor's yard, two Garden Party events, when the local Rose Society members contributed armloads of their roses to decorate the party site... Wah!

I guess I could always begin a new collection...

When you see this on your friends list, quote Firefly

You've been bird-doggin' this township for a while now. They'd like a corpse of you.



What would Zoe be doing now?

Probably not talking quite so much.

Right. Zoe's terse. I can be terse. I was laconic once in flight school.



Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever, again?



Shepherd, doesn't that bible of yours say something specific about killing?

It does. It's a lot more fuzzy, however, on the subject of kneecaps.



Here's something you can't do.

When you see this on your friends list, quote Firefly

You've been bird-doggin' this township for a while now. They'd like a corpse of you.



What would Zoe be doing now?

Probably not talking quite so much.

Right. Zoe's terse. I can be terse. I was laconic once in flight school.



Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever, again?



Shepherd, doesn't that bible of yours say something specific about killing?

It does. It's a lot more fuzzy, however, on the subject of kneecaps.



Here's something you can't do.

Happy Birthday, charlotte_buff!

Felicitations on the Anniversary of your Natal Day!

I get to tell you in person SOON! EeeeeE!

Happy Birthday, charlotte_buff!

Felicitations on the Anniversary of your Natal Day!

I get to tell you in person SOON! EeeeeE!