I had a post planned for today about herbs, but I’m afraid my plans for today went pretty spectacularly out the window. Did you know that if one is walking from, say, my house to my job, once one is past the 25% mark, there is literally nowhere you can stop with a bathroom? So if one, completely hypothetically speaking of course, started feeling ill past that point, one would have to walk a further FORTY-FIVE GODDAMN MINUTES before reaching the safety of work’s bathroom. That’s forty-five minutes of perpetually feeling as if one might be about to ralph into the nearest bush.
Yeah, today was rough. At least I didn’t barf on a cow.