woe (next day edit)

carnival monday and not only am i still (living) in d.c., in winter, i've found myself somewhat incapacitated and working tonight, for free. i suppose i should just be glad it's a reading where we'll sit the whole time.
walk good.
[edit: not woeful, per se, but weird, to leave home and return to find a "for sale" sign planted in one's front yard by somebody else- not that we didn't know we're selling our house, but without even a warning, coming home to the sign was a little freaky...]