I am furious with myself for not transplanting the grasses from Edgewater. We’ve had some really good, soaking rain today.
I’ve been in a funk, some of which might be fixed with an adjustment in meds. I was so tired and hungry when I got home yesterday that I could have strangled Ron for an unfortunate and unintended screw-up over supper.
We did make it to this year’s final Distinctive Voices lecture at the Jonsson Center, though, grabbing some good coffee and the last two chairs. The subject was NCLB, pro and con. The person speaking is obviously a public school advocate, and he was a tad biased, I think.