Well, the insanity is finally over. All that cleaning and whatnot was finished at 7 a.m. Monday - two hours before the appraiser came by. All that work so that someone could come by for ten minutes and walk around. We went from 12 p.m. Friday to 4:30 a.m. Saturday; 6 p.m. Saturday to 3:30 a.m. Sunday (that was mostly me - C.M. had to moderate a chat for the class he teaches), and from 9 p.m. Sunday until 7 a.m. Monday morning.

I don't think I'll comment anymore on the sanity (or lack thereof) of the two people involved...

Flora reports: syndrome strikes again - I started all kinds of seeds Friday, just before we began the insanity. Let's see - tomato; spinach, lavendar, black eyed susan, cayenne pepper, butterfly weed, onion, sweet pea, purple coneflower, chamomile, sweet marjoram and cinquefoil. I've also got one garlic clove sprouted and three more started as well as 24 dutch iris bulbs and two bearded iris. Ah...spring!

I saw Sylvia Browne on tv again today. I respect this woman - she doesn't pull any punches. The topic of the day was angels and of course it got me to thinking.

I haven't talked to anyone much about what I think (and know) about the subject. It's just too private and well, special. I can't say that I got on the angel bandwagon when they suddenly became a fad a few years ago but I certainly did research and experiment a bit. I also just talked. As usual, I wondered more often than not about whether or not I was losing it because I was getting answers back.

I've fallen into a bad pattern though. I somehow got into the 'I'm not good/smart/worthy/whatever enough to have them associate with me' thing.