PaintedStork of Trill

Long-ish phone call, two Zooms, finishing up reading a chapter for the Zoom that is a book club, fixing a little dinner, making an appointment with a banker, rolling over my CD, and requesting help for why I can't access my online account notifications, and that just about finished off my day. Last night the sky was clear around 3 am, and the waxing moon in the west cast silvery light across the bed and onto the floor. It's been awhile since I saw that. Today the clouds came back again. This plan to go to Pittsburgh is eating my lunch. The more I think about it, the harder it is to make myself do it. I really don't want to. Maybe, after I've done it, I'll be glad I did. I have my doubts about that, though.