I’ve written before that for awhile I did not care for hostas, but they grow easily and are not high maintenance, so I am turning my backyard into a Hosta Rescue Center. Find a stray hosta, plant it at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. And with all the rain we’ve had, the soil is so easily “holed”. I made that word up because I am bored. It is idiopathic boredom; there are plenty of things I could be interested in, but I am symptomatically bored. It’s akin to the being hungry but remarking that nothing sounds good. Then you are really hungry; and I am not really bored. It must be some crazy twitching in my brain.