A third of the year is gone. Isn’t that wild? That’s how time slips away: day by lousy day.
I’m cranky because I’m stuck here and the house is a mess and the yard is a mess and I don’t know how else I can communicate my need for progress. There’s only so much I can pay for and only so much I alone can do.
That said, I’ve been enjoying a book, which is the second book I’ve enjoyed lately, and so that has been nice. I was able to pet the half-feral cat on the forehead this evening. Also nice.