But there were a lot of snails. Thousands in fact. Our duck and possum are MIA. All sorts of tender things were getting eaten.
Despite that, I even went to a party. We read aloud from SVH books. We ate puppy chow and GF pizza.
There were moments of peace but down I went. My physical and spiritual health declined. I came close to losing my voice.
I even defeated a creature called the Destroyer, but by then it seemed sort of a let down. I died 7 times before I figured it out. It felt good but then the game ended. I went to kill zombies afterward but somehow it just wasn't the same.
And I found this note in the church lot, and she wants to do an article. She says it warms her heart. Of course I heard people in a meeting today still want to cover it in concrete. She just doesn't understand it.
And my garden at home does look like this... I should spend more time there in btw the heat waves. It's glorious in a way I can't understand.
But mostly I feel like this in the midst of it. I just experienced deja vu writing that. Weird.