Listless Day

We plunged the open and looked dead for a bit and now we’re jimmying back up, although slowly and methodically. This is the sort of day you go fishing for your own balls and determine if it’s worth the trouble, or perhaps eat a sandwich and traverse the house for the remainder of the day in search of entertainment.

I have no special insight to feelings in regards to the tape, other than to think very strongly that a massive crash is more than unlikely to occur during the month of April.

I have greater issues at hand, such as a Crape Myrtle tree that appears to be dead. I had it planted in the Fall and was looking forward to its blossom and I traversed the entire country club and my tree is the only one without leaves, so it’s dead and it needs to be replaced.

But why did it die? Is this hole doomed to kill any tree that is planted in it?

Upon burying another tree in this hole, I will have them dig deeper and replace the soil and also test the PH. I will be damned if a 3rd tree dies in this fucking spot.

All I want is to see these plants grow without being too much of a menace. Even so, my allergies all but assure that I suffer enough for just going outside to look at them. I cannot venture out for too long, or else I’ll suffer the entire night. Yesterday Mrs. Fly took me on one of her ludicrous sojourns with the fucking dogs for a 3 mile walk and I paid the price in sneezes for about 10 hrs afterwards.

Into the final hours of trade, my health is middling and my mood grim.