Late yesterday morning we had actual rain—rain that was dense enough to be heard on the roof—and that was the time I chose to walk Her Highness. I donned my rubber trousers and wore a raincoat with a hood and overheated as I walked. Regardless, I loved the walk, thanks to the sweet, sweet fragrances of the forest. By the time we got home, the sky was brightening, and the precipitation had returned to delicate angel piss again, but everything growing in my yard looked beautiful, lush and green.
Yesterday, like Friday, was a decent day as far as my asthma was concerned, and today seems relatively good as well. It’s a huge relief to breathe without pain and wheezing. It’s been a rough two weeks, but things seem more positive now and I’ve learned my lesson about staying on my inhaler protocols.
There was a time when I wouldn’t miss a second of the Oscar broadcast, but now I have absolutely no interest in it. I don’t like most movies anymore and I haven’t been inside a theatre for five years. I’m not even interested in reading about the results.
Today is just dull. There’s no sign of rain. It’s just grey and cooler than it was, so I’ll be spreading some more grass seed today, reading and watching Seaside Hotel.