Burn out

Hmm. I feel the need to post although I really have nothing to post about.  I suppose I could talk about many things... The triumph in the Glasgow East by-election; the dirty little fic bunnies hatching (because plot bunnies come from eggs); my joy at having finally found something I want to listen to in my music collection after weeks of 'Urgh, I'm sick of this'; the immense satisfaction I got from putting together a garden table today; the black squirrel (at least I think it was black) that scared me and the puppy half to death today by coming this (imagine I'm holding my hands apart at a so-so distance) close; or the fact I'm intolerably hot and unable to say anything vaguely interesting in this unwelcome humidity.

Spose the reason to post may be my icon, cropped by IJ icon maker from the work of art made in Paint (because PSP gives me brain freeze and I feel there are just too many buttons that do relatively the same thing - can't they just have an icon wizard or something?  Shouldn't it be easier?  How do people manage to churn out zillions of these things?)  I think it looks a bit like a family portrait.  Daddy Filch, Mummy Penelope Mop and Baby Mrs Norris.

That's all.  I can't think of anything else entirely worthless to say.