Today I worked on campus, and my brain was mush. I locked my keys in my office, which I have never done before (though other coworkers and faculty and grad students do it all the time), so the coworker whose office is next to mine came to my rescue. Then, a little later, I walked into his office and we looked at each other, confused.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I thought I was going into my own office," I said, and he laughed and reminded me that he had done the same thing to me some years ago.
Seabird told me there were donuts, so I went up to the shared office where a bunch of FART 5 peeps are, but they were just lame donuts, not like Bismarcks or anything so not worth the calories. We all talked about all kinds of stuff, work and sailing and me trying to convince my one coworker to take my grandmother's Cancer pendant made of a coconut because it's super cool but I'm a Capricorn. Then our boss came in, so we all yakked some more. Finally I thought I'd better get down to my own office, but I ran into Famie in the hall because she works on that floor. While I was talking to her, I felt like I could smell my own body odor, and I thought, "Oh no! Did I forget to put on deodorant too?" And then when I got downstairs, I once again forgot my keys in my office, but at least this time I hadn't closed the door, so it didn't matter.
At lunch Seabird and I braved the elements and went to the nearby greenhouses. I saw a jade plant had lost some leaves, and I was going to pick them up to grow one in my office, but just then a bunch of students came into that greenhouse and were doing some kind of Botany 101 treasure hunt. I did pick up a peperomia leaf in another greenhouse, but it might be too far gone to grow. I mean, there was a reason it fell off the plant in the first place - it's not in good shape. Still, I took it back to my office and stuck it in a pot with another succulent leaf, that one from a plant that a faculty member asked me to take care of over the summer. It isn't dead yet, but it's been months and there's no sign that it's growing. Kind of like my black ZZ plant that I injured by watering it with old coffee - it's not dead, the leaf stumps are still green and alive, but it's been almost a year with no new growth. Will it ever recover?
Speaking of plants, my aunt sent this cheery photo of geraniums she's growing inside.


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