Birds and book, day 149 (or, in truth, day 150: I've lost a day somewhere)

[emmarytz]

Why is it that the first day back at work after a three-day weekend is so damned stressy? It's crazy--not only the extent to which I feel I'm impossibly behind with a dozen poorly juggled balls landing on my head but the extent to which everyone else seems to have the same feeling. Crazy, and not so fun. And it all seems to snowball, with me staying late at work so getting home late so having dinner late so turning to Myrna late and, well, I'm certainly not getting so much reading or painting done either. The bird count is pretty lame, too.

However.

Birds
northern flicker
starlings
pigeons
crows
pine siskin
black-capped chickadee
Anna's hummingbird
house finches
white-crowned sparrow
seagulls

Book
The Pursuit of Love page 24

I did, at least, get a bit of a bike ride in, running errands after work.