d'oh.

Tonight I gave myself a black eye with the recycling. I was rearranging some boxes and pulled too hard on one and it hit me just below my eye. Ouch.

It's been a rough week in all and I'll be glad when it's over. I almost started crying in frustration at Jazzercise, for goodness sake. But soon my love will come to me and all shall be well. And soon it will be spring. Yesterday in my yard there was a tufted titmouse singing his "peter peter peter!" mating song. I had trouble identifying it at first because the titmice are usually so quiet in winter.