A photo from the top of Cockburn street (pronounced Co-burn, because polite people don't say the thing that just went through your mind). The wee alley is the top of Fleshmarket Close, one of my favourites in town.
Another late night. I feel out of touch. Tired all the time. I'm starting to forget things. I made myself go home when I started making a lot of data entry errors tonight. Unable to make it to the post office to mail my grandfather's birthday card, I resorted to just sticking a huge wad of stamps on it and posting it in the hope that it will be enough. I continue to drag myself through Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, my least favourite so far.
Have you ever read through one author's work? The style starts to dig at you after awhile. Authors tend to do the same things over an over, falling into the same rhythms, leaning against the same adjectives and metaphors. All the same, I'm sticking with it. Only 14 more chapters to go.
I just need a bath, a cuddle and a long sleep.
Oh, and I need some feedback. JP says I need a new banner for No Chickadees. Should I go with an Edinburgh photo, or something from nature? Thoughts?
Through The Trees
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