After a day in which I received yet another depressing work email, I tried to give my brain some happy chemicals by watching Local Hero (1983) and live-texting roaratorio about it. This is a delightfully weird little movie, in which Peter Capaldi is a BABY and has several extra limbs when he runs, everyone's hair is VERY fluffye and they all wear beautiful tweed, the Scottish landscape is beautiful, and the conclusion is an anticapitalist fairy tale. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. (My brain is still pretty unhappy, but there's only so much a two-hour movie can do against the hellscape we currently live in.)

I have successfully killed my first spotted lanternfly and am rewarding myself with the last of the blueberries I picked last weekend. Blueberrying with a three-year-old is an excellent experience, do recommend. Both of us had a great time. (Did his mom have a great time? She says so and I'm choosing to believe her.)

Today I was woman enough to take myself to the garden after work and I was thusly rewarded with the cosmos, finally blooming. I do think I should give up the other garden plot; it's expensive and I just don't go there enough to keep the plants happy. (But the raspberry patch! my heart wails. Self, you missed the raspberry season entirely.)