Things continue to be unhealthy at work, and I've got applications out everywhere I can. Personal life is pretty stable; family members and friends all well. The weather here is nearly as bad as it is everywhere in the nation. Spring cannot come quickly enough.
All my parrots are spoiled and continuing their work on the Great Parrot Takeover. I no longer pretend I'm anything but a pawn and almond provider in their diabolical plans.
In this picture Nicholas and Flash eye me warily. Evidently I interrupted some sort of planning session.
I've told all my non-parrot-owning friends to begin the search for me if they don't hear from me for a certain amount of time. Just in case.
