Rosemary Emergency

Hmmmph. My rosemary is not doing too great. The tips of her leaves are browning and I can't really tell if she's grown at all.

I had another exciting conversation with Bel today. It works like a tonic; for days and days I go calm and coldhearted, like baby Buddha sitting naked on a chunk of ice, but it's good to remember there's someone who can make me blow my cool (not to mention my IQ)and get into surrealistic exchanges that start well but go tsunami in minutes. In other words, it's good to call Bel and have a good, stimulating shouting match. It gets the blood pumping.

I'm being so absolutely unfair to him. Just to give an example, today I freaked out because, and I quote myself, "I don't like the way you treat me... I'm not your pal!"

How's that for raging hormones and passive-aggression?

I could argue I felt he was being condescending again, but who am I kidding. Even if he was, he can afford to condescend me. After all, he turned out to be right and I, wrong.

But honestly, on the whole I still think I'm more concerned about the rosemary. Help appreciated.