sick

I think a rabbit nibbled on my corkscrew hazel (Corylus avellana). With most plants, I wouldn't care; rabbits need to eat too, after all. But the hazel was expensive, and I just planted it this spring. It's more of a twisty twig than the large shrub it will grow up to be.

I think it will be all right. The rabbit didn't strip all the bark, just a little on one side. Maybe it decided it wasn't tasty. One can hope.

Damned rabbits.

Good Will Hunting was on last night, but I didn't watch it. Although I think it's a good movie, it hits a little too close to home. Not that I mean to be arrogant. Tonight I think I may throw in Snatch

It's Friday night, and once again I have no plans. If it were Saturday night, I'd sing Sam Cooke. Then again, I'm a recluse, so I'm really only pretending to complain about being all Jack.

I was lazy tonight, and didn't go for my walk. It looks like it might rain. Of course, it won't, and I'll feel guilty for not walking. I'll go tomorrow, however. Maybe two hours instead of one.

I must also go visit my grandfather tomorrow. He's apparently losing it. Forgetting things and that. We all that with my grandmother, and I'm rather dreading going through it all again. But I'm a dutiful grandson, so I'll go and chat.

Such is life.