Sunday too busy

Well, there went three hours I didn't expect to have disappear. But when the courier doesn't actually coury, someone must get the time sheets through to be processed. Add in the waiting time to see if the courier will arrive to coury.

So now behind in everything. And there are more rumors of changes in the wind. Great.

In honor of being behind the times, here's a photo I should have shared earlier.


One of our night visitors this past winter. That's my backyard looking out through the bathroom window (the screen is difficult to move, so you get the grid pattern). She had a few friends, but they didn't come close enough to get on camera.

And in general I'm trying not to complain, but I'm getting tired of not even getting a call to interview. Not even a pre-screening call. It keeps me wondering what I'm doing wrong. Is it just people don't know where I live, that they can figure out I'm not a spring chicken, is there something in my past driving them away, what?