So I planned a good walk this morning with a gf. Overcast but no rain.
My brain and confidence were in discussion. Keep the flower girls under the light where humidity is 65%, vs put them outside to grab a bit of sun.
Brain: keep ‘em in
Confidence: yeah nah, they’ll be fine. Sun is better than light.
Brain: not if the cost is wet buds for 30 mins of sun
Confidence: don’t stop believin! They’ll be fine
Brain: I’m checking BOM
Confidence: ok do it
*BOM says cloudy till 11am, it’s currently 11:07 here as I type this
Confidence: see! You’ll be home by 1030. No rain
Brain: BOM is wrong… a lot
Confidence: don’t fight meteorology, it’ll be fine
Brain: oh okay put em out
Brain 45 minutes later: I fucking told you!
So it POURED. I am talking of biblical proportions, like Noah’s ark shit. So currently have the plants in my room. Aircon on. 3 fans and the humidifier going at 45%. I nearly blew my phoofoo valve trying to carry that humidifier upstairs and then nearly decapitated myself with the ceiling fan trying to take a pic standing on a chair. Humidity started at 85%. Perfect mould conditions.
My man will be home at 1930 tonight. I have until then to get them dry and back downstairs. He hates my grow at the best of times. I have a feeling keeping them in bed with us will that one step too far.
Serious question. Why am I the only person whose grow has such mentaldom and madness? Like just once I want a straight forward no drama grow! I drive me fuckng INSANE!
I legit nearly died taking this one.
FML