|A daisy of some kind|
And then, as soon as I hit the apartment, I spent some time making myself a delicious salad for lunch, ate it, and picked up my latest book and completely forgot about the post. As I finished the book just in time to dash out the door to our monthly WAHA meeting (Whatcom Alliance for Health Advancement, where I do my volunteer work), I remembered.
So here I am, back home after the meeting and writing a quickie to assuage my guilty conscience. Why is it so important to me to keep to a schedule? After all, I'm the one who made it up. I figure it's because I like deadlines, whereas most people really don't. Especially when those deadlines don't matter, I'm happy to slip myself into my imaginary timetable. So here's the other picture I took. Are these really daisies? Does anybody know?
|Maybe they are dahlias|