The Chinese New Year started recently. It’s the year of the dog, which is fitting since life is a bitch.
It’s not like I don’t have a green thumb. I grew up on a farm… Well, technically, I didn’t grow up on a farm… My parents have a farm though.
I am reminded of an English proverb: A stitch in time saves nine. But I don’t need stitches, I am not Shawn Mendes.
My parents, in their wisdom, also deemed me worthy of (and old enough for) a mobile phone. But they did not deem me worthy of airtime.
I relax my hold on the knife and switch on the lights and head to the kitchen. The knife is bloody and needs to be cleaned.