And I don't feel like I've accomplished much--other than tending to assorted creatures in the area.

At the moment my girl cat is between the keyboard and the monitor--meaning the keyboard is sort of balanced on the edge of the card table and my stomach.

And I can't think of anything that would cause me to question my journal title.

At first I had planned to go in to work tomorrow, but I also have stuff that needs to be done around the house. I keep looking at the front part of the yard and trying to decide whether or not to rake it (that's easy--no) or just do the driveway and the few areas that produce grass-like weeds. Option two will no doubt be the choice.

I don't think the weather will factor into tomorrow's activity. I much prefer not going into New Orleans in rainy weather. And I especially try to avoid rainy days when I'll be working at Newcomb. The closest place that I can park is a "healthy" walk for me and my bad hip.

Guess I need to make sure I tune in to the evening weather report.