get the f*ck out (me, not you)

for some reason i’ve taken into my head to label all my posts to date.
it’s tediously slow going and i fear it’ll take weeks to complete. i’ve only got about a sixth done. but i’ve started, so…
i’ve no idea what prompts this somewhat OCD-leaning behaviour that comes over me. perhaps some part of me feels in need of order or categorisation.

summer is here in dublin. it’s tee and flipflops warm. and sunny. which begs the question, why the bloody hell am i sitting at my laptop when i could be outside…?

off to find some compost for my pots and nasturtium seeds… hands deep in soil makes for good therapy and gentle ordering of the soul… after a week filled with people and conversation, my brain is full and i’m in need of solitude…

hoping it’s sunny with you,

LB