Saturday's Muddled Sentences

It's almost midnight, and I am still awake. My husband is already sleeping, from 6 pm, btw. Yeah, I know. Well, he is that type who is going to bed with the chickens (as we would say here). Meaning, he is usually ready to go to bed the moment the night falls. But still, at 6 pm??? Too early, even for his bedtime style! And yeah, I am the owl type in our family. 

I grew my first strawberries, although they are not real strawberries yet but just a tiny-miny microscopical and still green future strawberries that would hopefully turn red when they mature.

Esteemapp is killing me. It wasn't possible to do anything on Hive today with it. I uninstalled the older version and installed the latest one. Nothing changed! It's even worse, so I'm publishing this in a good old school style.

Tomorrow is the day to continue painting the rooms in the house.