ahead_of_schedule epitome of incomprehensibility Not me but the rain. It was supposed to start later. I wanted to plant the rest of the radish seeds in the small, unused corner of the garden, but now the blops of water falling down from the sky are calling me to write instead. So my pathetic fallacy says. Poor pathetic paths. Dad's paying me to garden, sort of. The book has no guarantee of paying me anything. Into the brave unknown, if that means spiky thin symbols arranged in various patterns. 240710 what's it to you? who go blather from