I've just done something I have never done before. In fact, looking back I think I actually chuckled when I noticed people doing it. I scurried around my yard in the black of night wearing my PJs, an overcoat, and a fleece button-down scarf covering my plants and tucked them in for the night on account of the National Weather Service issuing A FREEZE WARNING through 9AM for my area. Pretty sure this is geriatric.
I'm particularly worried about my Daphnes as they are my fav-fav-favorite shrubs (I have 9). You can bet I left the Spirea to fend for themselves. Frankly if they all died I'd only grieve for what that means to my pocketbook. If I felt it prudent -- in the midst of all our other renovations -- I'd rip them out today and replace with about 6 raspberry canes.
Now on to more humorous topics. Mason farts.
Last night (more like sometime early this morning) he started crying. I went up to his room to comfort him and ended up falling asleep in the bed in his room (he's still in the crib). As the sun came up I was awakened by his root-ta-toot-tooting. Then I hear him sniff-sniff-sniff then say, "Ew." Then, again, sniff-sniff-sniff, then "Ew." He did this a couple of times throughout the day... in fact he's doing it now, all alone in his bedroom. He's a dork. A stinky, little dork.