Writing a novel or even short story about someone unhappy at work - somehow it might just contribute to everyone else's unhappiness! But perhaps placing it in a picaresque setting, or magical realism and end up with something deeply sardonic or entirely satisfying, depending on the outcome.

This morning I sprayed more of my vinegar and orange oil mix. One of the jugs of vinegar I used yesterday wasn't up to strength, evidently. I have treated weeds in the garden area ahead of the weekend so I can speed up my work in getting the garden planted. Where I grew up you could just dig and turn over the soil a shovel-full at a time, but here if you do that the Bermuda grass will just spread. I'm going to use the vinegar a lot more heavily this year, to keep weeds down in the garden.

Income taxes this weekend. I'll join the masses sending it in right at the end.

SRS