the most boring post in the universe and a wee frog

I made a savory custard this morning and I pinched off my basil leaves then I rubbed them between my hands for their perfume and when I smelled my hands my sense/thought was of small pox blankets I have no idea of course if small pox blankets smelled sweet but I had a diabetic friend when we were both in our twenties and when her insulin was off her entire body had a strange sweet smell

yesterday was so exciting for me that my brain spun out my son and I ended up going to an early dinner and I ate so quickly and so much having forgotten lunch and having not had much breakfast and then I felt too full like after Thanksgiving and sleep did not come and did not come and did not come until around 3 this morning

so it goes

today I went to the beach then made salsa verde cruda which I tend to put on everything then washed a ton of clothes and then nothing I am still at nothing even though there is much to do to do to do

I saw this wee green frog when I was clearing out some crap and exposing a gorgeous white trellis in front of which I'm going to plant my giant sunflowers he was so tiny if he dropped into my hair I could have worn him as a barrette and I never would have noticed and that's about it for me

no one guessed why I named my hutch Hutch so it might be that no one is reading here maybe I'm shunned like the Amish I was shunned for a while at My Ex Glamorous Job I know how it feels so here's a hint though the contest is over as promised Ms. Lockwood's memoir will go into the book bin at the giant grocery store next week