Monday

[ellarien]

I went to check on the claret cup cactus today on my way to lunch, and it wasn't there; there was just a sad little hollow in the grass-infested stone chips where it had been. I'm not completely sure that the groundskeepers haven't relocated it for reasons of their own; it's been a nearly a week since I looked there, and later last week I found another one (or possibly the same one) in a bed across the street. It does seem unlikely that anyone who knew what they were doing would move a cactus in mid-bloom, though. If it's been stolen, I have trouble finding words I want to type; antisocial is putting it mildly.

The other disturbing thing today is that Robert Jordan has worrying health news. That brings up a tangled mess of thoughts about priorities and celebrity and unfinished subcreations and mortality that it would hardly be appropriate to go on about here; I can only say that I wish him and his family all the best.