The cockatoo has been very vocal this day. He hasn't escaped or anything, but he seems to have a lot to say, I reminded him that he did not need to say it all in one day. The daughter found her title despite these morons at her old bank not being able to find one, thank goodness, and she's off to see if she can at least get my wheelchair out of the car today. I hope so, I hate feeling trapped.
The sky is a very dismal greyish white. It's cold, but there isn't any snow. It doesn't matter to me, I won't make it to knitting today without my wheelchair, and frankly, I just can't bear to be awake that long today.