A challenging day at work today. So many grouchy notaries. No one actually made me cry, but I was at the end of my patience by the time I slunk out of the office. I need to get to bed soon in order to make my 4:30 wake up call; it is another working Saturday tomorrow. Not particularly thrilled about it, but not feeling afraid anymore.
I came home and snuggled the birds for a bit. Beaker and I sat on the porch and read some poetry by Milton as the sun set. I patted the cockatiel chick and I am sure it is a pearl, which means it has to be a female. I think.
Just enough energy left to post and to set the alarm for the morning.