red dotty bird feeder

On the how I spend my days front sadly nothing new. Draining days turn into weeks and when weekend comes I'm exhausted with frustration.

Past week was really really full, not only with bad stuff, definitely good too, but as far as social tenseness is concerned it was jackpot.

For the week to come it doesn't look better. A whole lot of meetings, a couple of birthdays and oh yes, I signed up for a creative crocheting class (which at the time some months ago sounded really great...). And now I have a sore throat and a dash of fever.

Did I happen to mention I do not get paid for all the work I do at the place I spend my days these days. This was surely not remotely what I had in my mind would be my life after all those years at university and work. I'm thinking it would be really nice (understatement of the century) to actually do get a decent pay for qualified competent work done.

On the wee bright side I stumbled over the cutest bird feeder ever yesterday. It came home with us and is now hanging in tree. It has cheered my garden up, if not all of my sad self. For that there is alas need for far more extensive and restructural changes than a sweet dotty bird feeder.