Rot

A third of the strawberries I bought at the farmer's market today had mushy spots; I had to cut quite a bit of yuck away to end up with edible fruit. I blame this disgusting weather. Because how hard could it be to pick a quart of non-rotten strawberries? I got a quart at the farmer's market in Albany and had the same problem.

I don't know if it's the mugginess that gets worse every year, or my tolerance for it, but this is just gross. Anyhoo, since it was only cold and muggy today, as opposed to warm and muggy (which it's supposed to me tomorrow), I took the opportunity to clean, clean, clean. And now I am schweaty. And Miss Kitty Fantastico is sticking her bum-hole in my face. So I must be off...