I wish I had something profound to say today, but I don’t. I wish that everyday in fact. Today, I am just plugging along. Today’s excitement was noticing that the plant I repotted last month has grown crazily. I wish there were more time in the day for me to read. My perfect job (though I must admit that my job now is pretty great. I couldn’t ask for a better job. More pay perhaps. I mean, after all, it may be a cool job, but it is still in retail and pays as such. Sucks.) would be to be paid to read. All day.