Oh, my...

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Not long after I posted my previous post, I went for a walk. I wound up at the apartment building of the lady who had the little pugs, only she wasn't outside, but her next-door neighbor was. I said hello, and the next thing I knew (we had met once before) she was telling me about her plants, her cat, her cousins... At one point she told me she had fibromyalgia and told me about the "fibro fog" (which I had heard of before but didn't say so). I wondered if it was that or something else, as I noticed that ever five minutes or so she would repeat what she said before. Long story short, she gave me a whole bunch of plant clippings (the ones in the photo she'd put in a pot, and the other clippings are in a bag). I don't know how many of them I'll be able to keep alive, but I'll see. Anyway, from the time I left here to the time I was able to come home--I'm guessing I was talking to that lady about two and a half hours. Oh, well--not like I was doing anything important, and I guess she needed someone to talk to. Now--I have a whole lot more plants that I hope don't die on me.