| Dull roots with spring rain. 
Spring seems particularly Eliot-esque to me this year. Everywhere I turn there seems to be discord and trial mixed with bursts of joyous blossoming forth. And then there's the pollen. Pollen and discord. Deadly mix.
Neel has a grant due tomorrow, and we're all a bit worn down. I'm going to take a cue from Thea and ride out the rest of the week, I think. There has been a lot going on, and some of it good, too and I want to tell you about the good stuff. All the trial I think I'll keep to myself. It's only interesting to me, really, and even then not very much. Bear with me please, and I'll be back after the Easter Bunny. We have nice plans for Easter that include H.A.M. and P.I.N.E.A.P.P.L.E. C.A.S.S.E.R.O.L.E. Gonna have to tell you all about that. | What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow | | | Out of this stony rubbish? |
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