Omens

Good thing I don't believe in bad omens. Headed out to run this morning, and saw a coal-black squirrel. Shortly afterwards I tripped over a dead fox that was lying at the edge of the recreation ground (yes, actually tripped over it - running along in my own little daydream). No sign of what killed the fox, either.

Maybe somebody is trying to warn me off tackling the Big Playroom Tidy Up today...

Be proud of me!

That chaotic black hole of a playroom?

Kicked its ass!

Luckily the object feared to be Something Brought In By The Cat Some Time Ago turned out to be merely a random piece of ex-fruit. And I found my missing clutch bag (what was it doing there, I ask myself?).

Now I need copious amounts of alcohol a well-earned rest.