#unconscionable

I could not comprehend how the me of mere hours ago had found it conscionable to do what she—I—had done.

So I had to do some gardening. I’ve let it sit for like three years because the effort of cleaning it always felt like too much over breaks but now it’s overgrown and needs addressing. I am not cut out for manual labor, but the process is moving along decently. However, in trying to get up one particular cluster of weeds, it turned out to be really deep in the soil and for all my pulling I couldn’t get it out. I had to give up and rely on the big shovel. But what do I see immediately upon my failure?