Wearing a shirt that belongs to the guy that I live with* and eating a turkey sandwich with cucumber slices.

Had a lovely birthday and several days away from the job that makes me miserable. The little black thunder cloud above my head returns to its usual parking space just thinking about going back tomorrow.

But on a brighter note the warm weather is creeping back into this bit of the country and I'm going to take my learn-to book and wad of yarn into the sun to make knots and battle frustration.

Come to Texas and let's have a picnic.

* You know, that guy. The really mushy one who leaves sweet notes all about and adds not a small amount of light to my otherwise bitter and blackened soul. That one.