Swilling beer and admiring my garden at sunset and how it seems to be mostly thriving even though I'm a lazy gardener. My little oasis has attracted a lot of bugs but I don't mind the company; they're a sign of life. The local blackbirds and pigeons are waging skirmishes nearby in what I can only assume is a turf war, or someone got too close to someone else's nest. It's nice and quiet otherwise, no stupid fucking leaf blowers or tractors whirring in the background. Overall, a pretty nice evening. Happy Friday.