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The darkness of the night later on so I can enjoy the brightness of the full moon. I miss my younger days when we'd pick rarely traveled back roads and enjoy a leisurely gorgeous ride on full moon nights with no headlights. Now I just enjoy a walk about the yard or some time by a fire pit.
 
A new bed is being delivered tomorrow. First time in almost 2 decades. I had hoped the last one we bought would be the last one we'd ever need to buy, but our bodies beg to differ. I'm nervous as well as excited. Hoping it'll help soothe some of the aches and pains and help us both rest more peacefully. You know how change goes. It can be da bomb, or it can be like a bomb just went boom.

Although it's a treat to get one, for sure, the circumstances that surround it's arrival could easily take me out in my own home, depending on the fragrance levels of the delivery peeps and such. We've all worked really hard at trying to ensure it goes smoothly and as scent-free as possible. May it be. I look forward to treating them all to lunch once the mission is accomplished. Fingers crossed and face mask ready.
 
BOOM! Now I'm looking forward to the pounding headache, heart flutters, burning nose, burning throat, and the super thick brain fog to hopefully lift in the next few days or so from the delivery dude(s) not doing what he said they were going to do as far as the overwhelming scents.

I even bought them both the necessary supplies and such to make it as easy as I could, short of doing their laundry myself. The stank lingers soooo f'n long, too. Deep down, I sort of knew it was too good to be true, but I had to try in order to preserve my health and the safety of my home.

Grateful it was in the 50s today so I could open all the windows and have fans blowing the smells out, but it still lingers. The chemical shit storms that create "fragrance" don't instantly leave the space just because the source does. It's toxically designed to stay behind.

Oh well, I've had high hopes before and been repeatedly disappointed. It just really f'n sucks to be made to feel so unsafe and so unwell in my own damn home, especially after trying so hard to address every possible angle to make it remain safe. As per usual, folks who don't also suffer from the same thing rarely, if ever, give a f*ck about how it effects those who do.

Here's hoping the bed is at least going to be cozy and comfy after what it took to get it here, both financially and energetically. My stress cup runneth over this week, and it's only Monday.
 
Waking up in the mornings to see how many more seedlings have sprouted and how much taller the asparagus has grown.

So far, the yellow bell peppers, the jalapenos, the red Italian peppers, and the sun gold tomatoes have peeked up through the dirt.

I feel like a kid the night before the amusement park each and every night now that it's pre-gardening season. Well, when there isn't other stressful heavy shit clouding and crushing the anticipation.

We're gonna get more seeds started indoors tomorrow. I'm so excited. I just can't fight it. ?
 

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