I grow weary of our weather. It's been relatively cold, wet & overcast for so long that I hardly remember what the Great Ball of Sky Fire looks & feels like. The very few, brief moments that it even hints at peeking through, the ground's too rain-saturated to get out, anyway. Unfortunately we're forecast even colder temperatures & more precipitation (including sn*w, a rare event here--until this year, anyway.) My cameras sit idle, like kids whose friends have abandoned them, staring at me pitiously with big, unblinking eyes, hoping that maybe today they can go out and play. I turn them to face the wall, because I don't want to face the truth, myself.
I've been keeping busy with other art business. Tonight I'll be working on my newsletter (e-mail me if you'd like to be added to the list of recipients.)
A recent, potential health issue has turned out not to be a big deal. It may resolve itself & I don't have to worry about it (at least for the immediate future.) I was very happy to hear that.
We're closing the refinance on our house this afternoon. Not only are we saving a bundle, but all of the jumping-through-hoops will be finished.
Charles spied some deer poop in our yard today & something's been rooting up parts of the bird feeding area (an armadillo seems the most likely candidate.) We have an utterly asinine number of birds in the yard lately. I can't possibly keep track (although I try my best, as a regular eBird contributor.)