Confucious say, “Next time, try watering.”

Goblin had her stitches out and, apparently, is free of cancer for the moment. Rob cooked a lovely dinner last night.

My mother has lost seventeen pounds since the New Year.

I am unspeakably proud of all of them.

My accomplishments are of a different sort, such as forgetting to pay the long-distance bill for several months and murdering yet another house plant (this one a bonsai under which rested a thoughtful little statue of Confucious) in cold chlorophyll. I also, after approximately seven months of legal deliberations, finally signed the lease for my new business.

Which of these, I wonder, was the culprit for last night’s insomnia?

Hint: It probably wasn’t the dinner.

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