Lodgers

For some days now, while I’ve been on the couch, programming, this guy has been sitting pensively on the balcony:

Not really doing anything, other than looking at me once a while:

Hi there!

I didn’t really think much about it, and everything looked normal out on the balcony (which I haven’t used this summer).

But then I looked under the chair:

Eep!

Oh, well. I guess I won’t be using this balcony the rest of the
summer, either. No animals on the bigger balcony, so far at least.
*crosses fingers*

I’m guessing I’ll have to give it a proper scrub-down once the chicks leave the nest. That’ll only take, what, a couple of months?

End of an Ear

Hey, I forgot to mention that last week was my final day at the job I’d been at for… 22? years, but I’ve now assembled a souvenir from the library I put together while I was there:

So I’m no longer a bankster, and I have to figure out what I’m going to do when I grow up.

But first holiday for a year or so? Sounds like a plan. I’m exhausted already just thinking about it; it used to be that I could go to the office to relax, but now everything is suddenly super-busy all day every day.

Yeah yeah humblemoan humblemoan.