the distant shoreline

Over a week of gorgeous weather, and now this soggy, boggy mess.

My grapes (and Yuki's garden) are flourishing, though. I think I might actually get grapes this year! O and I try to check on the progress every day.

This morning at work, it feels like someone exploded a giant full vacuum bag of dust and dander and other floaty, scratchy things into the air. Yuck.

I'm almost done with a three-week training initiative. This is the last day. Three more classes. Then, a massage, I think.