If all the newspapers die and go away, where do all the bloggers dancing on their graves think they will get news stories to link to and editorialize about? Are said bloggers going to go out into the world and write their own damn stories? I doubt that very seriously. That’s just something that’s been on my mind recently, having read entirely too many self-righteous bloggers eagerly waiting for the death of newspapers (so they can be the shining stars of reporting – yeah, right).

I just got back inside from pruning the tomatoes. I can’t tell if it’s early blight or not, but better safe than sorry. All ugly leaves and stems have been removed and thrown into the trash. There weren’t all that many. It didn’t look exactly like blight. It could have been an air-flow problem or they might be lacking nitrogen. At any rate, pruning them helps with all those things, and I’ll add some compost to that bed tomorrow or so.

The trip to the grocery store to get Lin some ice cream was an outright nightmare. I will spare you the details. Just trust me, it was hell. I did find a very nice all-natural ice cream made with real ice cream ingredients (Dutch Chocolate too), and I bought myself one of the tiny little containers of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia, mostly because I liked the little container but also because I’ve never had any Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, and I want to see what the fuss is about.

And, of course, I bought some frozen pot pies, because I am a lazy slug who doesn’t feel like cooking tonight. I spent all afternoon and part of the evening yesterday in the kitchen cooking, so I think I am entitled to take a day off and serve some insta-food. Tomorrow, I’ll be spending a whole bunch of time in the kitchen again with the roast and making bread (and maybe cookies). Not really complaining about spending time in the kitchen. I enjoy it a lot, but even things one enjoys are tiring.

It’s only Tuesday, and I am beat already. This is going to be a very long week.

And I tried to have my promised beer out in my lounge chair in the yard, and within 60 seconds I was dripping sweat and being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Not exactly peaceful and relaxing.