Second... we seem to have a bird. Which is... hmmm... not what we planned, but Steve has so firmly endeared himself, that I cannot think of turning him away. So, we need to equip ourselves and find a place safe from drafts and cats where we can hang a cage. Then I need to resign myself to cleaning another house, and feeding
Third. Well, I am just feeling my regular cycle of gosh, I really, really loathe not having our own house and all the related emotions and frustrations that go with it. Same ol', same ol'. At least our landlord recently declared us his "favorite tenants ever!" He hasn't seen the carpets, obviously.
OKay. It's time to pick myself, dust myself off and start all over again.