Sunday

It's rainy outside, and I'm supposed to be working for the Evil Empire. The Evil Cat of Hell is in her old blue bathrobe watching trashy Sunday movies on television, taking a break from her quest to know everything. I think Corneilius is listening to Wait Wait. . . Don't Tell Me in the kitchen, taking a break from hunting rats.

A few sunflowers have sprouted and are now out on the front porch, enjoying the weather. Peas, chard, spinach, and two kinds of lettuce have also sprouted. The greens need to be thinned.

Nothing has sprouted in the beds yet, other than morning glories. I dug up a bucket full of roots and planted a few in a basket and hung them in one of the dead trees in the backyard. I'm hoping I can convince the remaining morning glories to take to the fence along the north side of the yard, where they'll have to battle the sunflowers and, hopefully, leave the vegetables alone.