Lucky has torn a newspaper to sheds, pulled a pile of yet-to-be-folded laundry off the couch and bit my toe. The house is a wreck and the how-I-got-the-Melinda-Gates-interview essay isn’t going well. To top it all off, sources are calling me on my work cell phone with news tips that sound legitimate so I am having to e-mail the office. The only thing I have in the freezer to pull out for dinner is salmon, and I am not in the mood to eat fish.

I just want to curl up under a blanket and read my Lesley Stahl memoir, which is riveting. Reading about politics of the past is a nice break from current politics and helps put things in perspective.

Lucky being a fussy-muss while her Aunt Bella held her. Bella is visiting from Anchorage and we went to dinner on Friday at Silver Gulch.

Lucky helping her dad put together a metal arm that he screwed to the wall. We hung the tv on it.

My desk at work, by far the messiest even though I am only there two or three days a week.

It took three men and a husky teenage boy to carry our new wood stove up two flights of stairs.