Nuts

Filberts, actually.

Nobody's life is ecstatic all the time. Not even mine.

My phone is dead.
I've had a three-day migraine. It's finally easing off.
I interviewed Rus-T, as he wants to be called, but I'm not happy with either the pictures or the interview, so I'll have to do it all over again.
I spent many hours making a Blurb book of the pictures from Alyssa's wedding and realized only after I'd ordered the book that I'd spelled her new husband's name wrong.

Nor is it all about me. One dear friend is recovering from a medical procedure and having difficulty with side-effects. Another friend is having serious vertigo, so we may have to cancel our trip to the ocean next week. Shasta found out the baby's not actually due yet, miscalculated again.

I came across these not-quite-ripe filberts that some squirrel must have dropped. She was probably having a bad day too.