Eight Birds

Monday, Monday - I couldn't get out of bed to get to work on schedule. It's that time of year I get cold if I put the fan on me, but if I don't put the fan on me the cats pile on every square inch and I wake up in the middle of the night hot and cranky. I did go into work eventually, but I only put in five hours. I had something I needed to finish, or I wouldn't have bothered!

Someone walked in, having moved from Portland to go live in a state forest. Me: I'm pretty sure that's illegal. Person assured me the sherriff had already talked to her and she'd have to do some bad stuff to get in real trouble. With her, a portly, old pit bull mix who was clearly unhealthy due to lack of care (ability to pay/access care). I felt really bad for that dog. She lay at my feet as I talked to her guardian and stayed right there when guardian got up to leave. I had to coax her to go. :( This is the second dog that has acted similarly.

Did some work outside when I got home. I found blackberry sproutlings really close to my house. *grumble* Bind weed, too.