In 2010 I bought a house (long story).It was built in 1930, just before the Great Depression hit Texas.It seems rather fitting...
couldn't think what to say in skype.
slightly terrorized atm
working on deadlines and solutions simultaneously.
there is skittering under the house.
so i am working on my porch, which is lovely and the whindcime is tinkling,
but i just keep jumping and starting
I seem to have like PTSD, though it's more like Mid-Rodentia Stress Disorder :/
Now squirrels cause my heart to pound.
I actually just kinda hallucinated that my husky dog was a giant rat as she
came through the curtain that hangs over the door that leads to the laundry room
where I hear them