Planted seven, count ‘em SEVEN, trees in the yard yesterday — a redwood (or maybe it was a redbud, does it really f*cking matter?), a birch “bundle” because apparently we’re going to make a f*cking canoe in a few years, some kind of Chinese/Japanese/Far East weeping and/or drooping cherry that’s prolly infested with COVID20, 21, or 22, and four Harbor Vitales that will miraculously grow 10 feet tall and wide by Labor Day and shield us from our idiot neighbors.
Fell asleep at 7:30 without the aid of booze or weed.