I mentioned in a comment late yesterday that the collard plants I planted on Wednesday seem to be dead. What the fuck. They looked perfectly healthy when I transplanted them, separating their roots which had become bound, into good soil and then watered them. Sometimes I feel as if I am one of the worst farmers/gardeners in the country. Okay, that’s far from true, but I do get depressed when plants just die on me for seemingly no reason.
Sadly I am still not back to 100%. My body is sloooowly working on healing itself. It’s working so slowly that now my participation in tomorrow’s Wilson 100 is highly in doubt. Steve and Debbie, I will let you know if I am in your neighborhood. Also, I’m assuming that I will be okay by Sunday, but will send a text to those participating if I am forced to miss the ride.
I solved today’s Wordle in three attempts; my starter today was ROACH.
I have no declutter update this week since I essentially became sick after arriving home earlier in the week, so I’ve done nothing since.