It had been a few months. Markus knew this because, as he looked to the left of him, a window allowed him full view of a lawn, and a cedar, and a quarry that was used to harvest quartz. The most telling of the three was the lawn, and so that is what Markus focused his complaints on the most.
"I ought to do some watering."
It was brown and brittle in most spaces that it lay. There were some green bits, but not as many as there were at a time previous to when he had last made his spatulas. It was true.
He ought to do some watering.