It was a really busy week at work and now even though it was supposed to be a quiet weekend, I’m feeling frantic and frazzled. Have you ever noticed that if, on the weekend, you do anything at all besides constant chores without stopping, nothing whatsoever gets done? Yeah, me too, and I’m sitting in a filthy house at 5:45 on a Sunday. The dog has barely been walked; the laundry is in process; the kitchen is completely trashed yet again and I have to go make dinner right now, then clean it up. Bah.

The photos of the day! Last Sunday I met a friend for coffee at Coffee Girl and saw this adorable little vessel. On Monday there were deer everywhere, including the campus parking lot. Tuesday, it was rainy and foggy and there was a late meeting, which was over faster than I thought it would be, whoo. Wednesday, I took a picture from not the campus but instead next to the Safeway. Branching out! Thursday I was down at the MERTS campus setting up for an all day open house on Friday and this is my favorite picture of the week. Doesn’t that lifeboat look like something from the Yellow Submarine? Another adorable little boat! It’s Peter Max! It’s cartoony! “Lot of people die in those” said my brother darkly when I showed him the photo. “They’re hard to launch.” And so it goes. On Friday I decided not to use a work photo for a change but instead here is Binks in front of Old Flattop, my pink azalea which is now square. I didn’t do it. Don’t ask. He come groovin’ up slowly; thank the gods I have not yet spotted mojo eyeball. And yesterday, which was Saturday, I saw these ducklings at the sawmill trail.

In other news insane politics continues apace – isn’t it FUN living in a post collapse empire? – and I hope to have more to say next week, although it will probably be either early or delayed, because I am (hopefully) going to Lincoln City for my birthday, which is Monday. We’re going on Sunday for a whirlwind trip. Maybe. I have a dark feeling it may not happen, but we shall see. I need a therapist or a psychic, I swear to the gods. Anyway, I hope for winning lottery tickets and castles in nice sane safe European countries for us all.