more of the same

Today I gardened with P again. I dug up privets, and we pulled some weeds. When I got tired, I just sat and talked with P while she continued to work. Two mosquitoes bit me on my chin this time.

A long time ago, Erik told me not to listen to Casimir Polaski Day because I would cry too much, but I listened to it just now and didn't cry at all. In my mind I had made it so much more explicit about suffering than it actually is.