In a Pickle

The country, certainly. Goodness only knows what a mess we'll be in next year at this time for the 250th anniversary of our declaration of independence from the last tyrant. But I can't think too much about it, it permeates my sleep and generally leads to despair and an inability to take any sort of personal action. And personal action is what drives me forward. Today I pickled my radishes and got more organizational things done. I've been neglecting personal upkeep but this weather just takes it out of me, so I'm hoping to get back on the bike tomorrow, if I can get some sleep when these local fireworks stop..