Fifty-first week

I literally just typed a bunch of stuff, and then my laptop does this weird thing where my hand or something brushes something funny and it rejiggers where the cursor is and I ended up deleting the whole post. And then, too, as I had been typing, it highlighted incorrectly spelled word and wouldn't let me undo the accidental delete.

If that just doesn't sum up my last week, I don't know what would.

Still disgruntled at work, not sure how to get over it. Anywhoooo. I promise not to kvetch about the job too much. Nothing anyone can do about it. The only decent paying gig available right now is with child welfare and ... no. I just could not do that. I don't have the fortitude.


^This doesn't look that impressive, but last Sunday there was a sudden ruckus outside - front and side yard just covered in starlings.


^Can't resist a dramatic morning.