My current lack of introspection is starting to alarm me. When you've gotten to the point where you feel like you can't even be honest in your own blog that you treat like a secret diary because hardly anyone reads it anyway, this might be suggestive of a significant lack of openness.

The irony is that I am always looking for the sun precisely where it is not.

What is it about summer that makes me want to avoid human contact?

Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again

Days go by.