Notes from the Island

I was just outside, inspecting my garden and working on my compost bins (which are broken trash cans).

Composting can be quite therapeutic, in some ways - hacking away with a shovel at still-whole, empty corn cobs, hacking up moldy onions, breathing in spores ...

I came back in with runny eyes and am all congested. It does wonders for my balance, which is already cockeyed. So if you see me staggering around like a drunken sailor, it's the effect of my sinuses on my ear drums ...

It gets so bad sometimes that if I just turn my head, it spins. I mean as in vertigo, not that my head spins around on my neck.

Although that would be more fun for everyone.