I wonder if you nice people ever get tired of seeing different versions of the same things:
1) me bitching about anything from noises in my head to faulty electronics to my backside, and
2) me posting pictures I took while leaning out my window.
Today I'll assume that you can stand two more pictures. I took the first yesterday at 5:45 in the morning, after I had given up entirely on going back to sleep:
When I got home at 9pm, I took a picture of this third and rare kind of sparkle hour:
I am trying to construct a narrative of the events of yesterday and still be entertaining.
Preview: an unexpected guest, a lot of limping, one angry oh wait make that two angry letters, a one hour bus ride, a surprising (not in a good way) conversation, two yowling cats, a lot more limping, another bus ride, and a whole lot more money going away capped off by a sad-making email.
But I did sleep last night. Perhaps this is all you ever needed to know about yesterday, anyway.