Well, as promised, I tried to do some much-overdue catching up tonight, But as I chimed in on the last two or three making and correcting sloppy typos while squinting at screen with one eye closed I remembered: I didn't go to sleep last night! But the Gardener abode looked - and looks- spotless realtor-showing condition again.

Tore something in my right knee working today. And that's exactly what it feels like: a tear. Can't walk, excruciating pain but I decided that an ER visit on a Saturday night would be a lengthy, masochistic exercise. Will call a cab and go in the morning.
Well. only one more traditional thing to do before I sign off.

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac