(Jueves) evidence of the crime...

i had a terrible time getting to sleep last night. with the weather being 12 degrees one  day and 30 degrees the next, my poor sinuses are in a constant state of unhappiness. i finally fell asleep as the sun was threatening to rise, so i ended up sleeping in rather late today. after rolling around in a groggy daze, i tried to sit up in bed,and then it hit me. a blinding pain in the middle of my head, like someone was trying to press my brain out of my skull through the center of my eyeballs. i grabbed a pillow, jammed it over my head, and pulled the covers up over that for extra measure. the hope was that i would drift back into peaceful slumber, but what followed was an eternity of agony... or, so it felt. when i eventually gathered the wherewithal to venture outside of my cocoon of dis-ease, i tossed back the covers and stumbled toward the kitchen in search of caffeine and relief. the little grey cat (who tends to get extra-excited when i wake up) was trying desperately to get my attention by weaving in and out between my feet, and i barely acknowledged the cheerful greeting from the studio as i ambled past the door. i flipped the switch on the kettle, and staggered into the bathroom and i was just beginning to survey the impressive collection of sinus-headache treatments, when i heard a familiar click, and (about 5 seconds later) the voice from the studio. "sweetie, did the power just go out"?

you know that day when you're in that 'so not in the mood' mood and even the tiniest of problems threatens to push you right over the edge? yep. pretty much. after about five minutes of waiting for the problem to sort itself out, it ocurred to me that it may not be a building/neighborhood outage (which happens every now-and-then), so i checked the circuit box and rectified the situation with a flip of a switch. the kettle sprang back to life and i was soon walking into the living room with a tall cup of coffee in hand. i placed the cup on the table, rested the two tablets (still individually wrapped in their sealed for my protection packaging) next to it, and my tush was just about to make contact with the couch, when i heard the voice again from down the hall. "did you see what happened outside"?

i knew from the tone that "what happened" was not going to be good. there's been major renovations going on in the building—some of it across the hall, some of it two floors down—so i was prepared for unpleasantness that could be blamed on the workers. what i found was this...

the culprit even left a calling card. see it?

look closer...

yep.  pretty much.  one pot that got flooded by the recent rains was full of mud, which ended up splattered on the ground and wall...

even the little plastic caterpillar that usually lives in the pot with the tall croton ended up entangled in the oregano in the herb box...

 

i wanna say that the cat was bothered by all of this, but she was staring at a bird...

and here's the best part. he dug up my herb box and like 3 potted plants, because of this...

 

this was the point where i (finally) broke the seal on the plastic packaging and swallowed two very welcomed pills.