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Sunday, August 19 2007

This was the first morning I woke up at a reasonable hour (after 7:00 AM). Biologically, I'd still been on British Summer Time up through yesterday morning, waking up at around 5:00 AM EDT (10:00 AM BST) every morning. These days my natural biology prefers to wake up between 9 and 10 AM, and when I'm doing that again I'll know I've reacclimated to this longitude.

Today was cool enough for me to not have to worry much about Sally when I took her with me to a meeting near Woodstock and along on some errands afterward. I left Eleanor back at the house because she's been limping a little since we returned from Scotland. Andrea, who took care of the dogs while we were away, said Eleanor hadn't limped at all for that entire time. But I suspect Gretchen has been taking the dogs on more arduous walks than Andrea's.

At some point Gretchen went on a weeding jihad in our vegetable garden, chopping down a large Pokeberry that I'd permitted to thrive. It had been shading out the basil. Gretchen also gathered the last of the brassicas, many of which had gone to flower or been colonized by hordes of caterpillars. The plants doing the best of all in the garden are the various tomatoes, both cherry and full-sized (the "Mr. Stripey" cultivar). The tomato plants have sent vines out in all directions across the lawn, and these vines have sent down little rootlets along their length so as to augment nutrients coming from the plants' main root masses.

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