It was the best of plans, it was the best of plans

[desperance]

It was, in fact, the very best of plans: let down only by its reliance on shoddy slipshod me. Sadly, I can no longer remember what it was, nor how I failed in its achievement. Five minutes ago, though, I did know and acknowledge my disgrace. So it goes.

In happier news, here are sweetpeas (or are they sweet peas?) from Becky's garden.



Vases? Who needs vases, when you have a perfectly reliable toaster? (I really only put them there because it's faintly - faintly! - possible that Mac won't eat them.I wouldn't count on it, though. I'm certainly not.)

- And now I'm back to Mars.