job-hunting frustration turned into rearrangement of part-time jobs. aka, i forced myself to communicate.

shy kate trying to converse with shy bingham.

i came home this afternoon to the telephone ring and message , myrtle's niece is dead.

i came home tonight to the note on the side door , "we found pebbles! (the cat) she was under the house! (she has been presumed dead for about a week now) she's fine!"