D.O.P.-T. (Saturday)

The young opossum bought the farm; when I walked the dogs, I saw him/her lying in the corner of a front lawn, looking crumpled. Bear didn't notice; the housemate's dog wanted to go bother it, but I didn't let him. Fell out of the sweetgum tree, I think. If it was a fake, it was extraordinarily good.

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

Back to lawn watering - in moderation. We still have a declared water emergency. I've decided not to plant tomatoes, or the runner beans I had planned, but I'll try to keep the grass in the backyard green for doggie pleasure and tip water on the grape vine (which is now covered in leaves and flowers) and existing potted plants. Most of the geraniums in the back yard - all but one are in pots - are coming back from the roots despite having been badly frost-damaged. I cut away the dead bits. Unfortunately after a winter with almost no slugs, they and/or snails are devouring one of the plants before it can grow back.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

I survived the week without the housemate with my job intact. Caught the bus every night, although it was tight one time. On Sundays they have it scheduled extremely late (the housemate usually drives me in), and it was both running late and packed to the gunwhales; I stood more than halfway. Sunday night has always been a heavy night for the buses, with hordes of Asian teenagers; I don't know where they are coming from. But the local transit authority are terrible at scheduling (and most other aspects of running a bus company).

D.O.P.-T.

I stayed up late to see the blood moon, going to bed at 1'ish after the disc started lightening again, and then blóted for Eostre first thing on getting up. Now watching the housemate's planes on FlightAware - so far they have all been delayed.