There is an eagle fledgling that is in the tree in front of my window. He/she is squawking for - I dunno what - food? His mama? The safety of the nest? It's either annoying, distressing, or cute. Not sure which.
Another weekend of sobriety in the books. I was on edge for a lot of it. No real reason, or all the reasons.
Didn't drink.
That goes in the win column.