more weirdness

nighttime gardening: the compulsion to not plant flowers until I need a flashlight to see their color, to mow my lawn when I can't tell the blades from my feet, to fix my hottub half-blind, all-vulnerable, aided by a votive candle and a butterknife. not perhaps the weirdest of my new set of neuroses, but the perfect metaphor for the symptom that has created it...