I truly have nothing to report. It’s very sad. I’ve written nothing, I’ve composed nothing.
The herb garden is on hold while I wait for my plants to ship next week.
The labyrinth is just fine; we’re waiting to see if the fescue seed I overseeded with last month actually comes up. I’m waiting for a couple of ferns I ordered from a fundraiser to appear.
Two projects have been mooted over the weekend, but it’s not time to talk about those yet.
There was a visit yesterday to the farm where we hold Alchemy and now Euphoria. Tickets went on sale last night; my camp is set. Deadline for placement is not until Wednesday, so there’s not a lot to be done until then.
Deadline for submissions to the Euphoria art fundraiser was Friday, and I got all those projects up on the web, so nothing to do there.
Prepping an assignment for the Backstreet Writers group; more later on that, perhaps.
Otherwise, just tiny little chores. Keep the Assistive Feline™ entertained.
I think I shall choose to be grateful for the slack time. I will not cast about for something “important” to do. Perhaps I’ll clean my study using the old “touch it only once” method.