amusements

Today's scene: -decently tipsy -remembers I need to water the garden because the drought will kill the plant babies. -fills watering pail with excess shower water we collect in a rain barrel. -this takes a bit because gravity is the only water pressure. -decides to weed a bit in and around the garden beds. -mostly just pulls stuff out of the dirt and tells it to "fuck off" while throwing it in a direction that is hopefully not my garden bed. ....welcome to my evening. My kid is 50 feet away playing with a toy dumptruck (aka a "bum tuck")

Keith, being pulled from a dream and basically sleep talking

me: i am distressed by the fact my mind and soul inhabit a physical body. i accessorize, clothe and ornament this fleshy encasement in an attempt to cope with my visceral despair in reaction to inescapable confinement in a corporal form

So....thrive patches remind me of this Doctor Who episode. Am I the only one?