I can’t remember a summer when so much of my psychic energy is spent thinking about rain, or the lack of rain. Usually my “flowers not grass” protocol does just fine without much H2O intervention on my part but not this summer. I’m trying to use as little as possible but it’s been an issue.
So why is it, that the ONLY day of any precipitation in recent memory was also the one out of two days a year that a case of toilet paper is delivered and left on the steps.
Any ways that Murphy’s law is messing with you this week?