I am currently getting *just enough* work done to not feel bad. Which, ironically, still makes me feel sort of bad. Current project: putting off digitizing an old map (hey old fucker who will not share his data: fuck you too) and putting off edits for an article I'd like to resubmit. The latter actually isn't totally accurate. I redid some data, and I have a *plan* in my head of how to fix said article. It's just, you know, ugh.

I'm also kind of over my bird feeder (which, I know, makes my love look fickle). Birds shit everywhere. I could care less about my car, but my yard, my fence etc all look gross. Unacceptable.