I am harvesting collards that I grew with my own two black-thumbed hands, and cooking them for my pagan group’s potluck (photo).
I am making out with my husband in the driveway in full view of my neighbors (no photo).
I am thankful to other people for their support and good wishes. I am not complaining.
Edit: Sorry the pics are sloppy, I really don’t get what is going on with Blogger right now. But there they are, anyhow.