Things have been quiet around here, since Tech Boy has managed to have a monumental sick. Other people just have colds; no, he prefers to go straight to pneumonia, after denying there’s anything wrong for two weeks. It’s a rough moment in the world, for some reason; things are going wrong for quite a few friends, so here’s to making it through this week. Onward and upward.
who says the happy
bird must be blue? I hear the
Pigeons come closer.
After being aggravated by them for so long, now it makes me laugh to hear their stupid claws scrabbling on the window… but, the pigeons are here to help! Eventually, they will do… something. Other than make piles of bird doody by the front door…
what’s for dinner
cauldron bubbles: toil,
troubles. Not victuals we wish.
But edible still.