The Wienermobile crossed my path on the way to work today, always a good omen. You know the old saying: Intersect with the mobile wiener/Gain a proud and glad demeanor. Or something like that. My great-grandmother used to say it in the original Italian, so maybe my translation is a little off.
The basil and carrots are growing straight and tall. Soon I will have to thin and cull the sprouts. It will be hard to pick the very best ones. If only I could make them put on a little talent show to gain my favor and help me decide. God, that would be so awesome. I know that's not possible, though, so I will have to do it randomly. I am comforting myself with the knowledge that the condemned basil sprouts will be delicious on a sandwich.
Also I bought a few plants to replace the ones the raccoons destroyed, and I finally, finally got my hair cut today. It is very nice to glance in the mirror and not be confronted with a shapeless, graying, puffy crapball hanging in and around my face. Whoo!