Nothing much is happening over my neck of the woods.
It’s been too hot to go outside; everything turns to goo.
Here are my birds, pretending to get along.
Monkey is still getting used to her, but he doesn’t like it when she gets too close. All she wants are cuddles and he goes crazy and gets his point across by pecking at her.
Right now, Monkey is singing better than I am.
Sandy is trying to destroy my headphones.
Here is the pot-plant drawing. Again, I’ve given up half way through. I could be “the half-way artist.” People from miles around will come to see my half finished paintings and drawings.
Or not. I could just finish things.
That’s it really.