Sick of its nuts, the squirrel goes hipster

Ah! So that is what a good night’s sleep feels like. Completely out of the blue – there you go. Poor Mrs. Ottawacker, though, while I was no doubt snoring the snores of the just, she was up at around 4 with Ottawacker Jr., who was a little congested. He was, however, well enough to go to school, so in he went just before 9.
 
You know you are in trouble when the only people buying pastries are the squirrels. Either that, or the little baskets have started shaking people down as they leave coffee shops. Mind you, I suppose they could be the only creatures with the patience to wait for our local bakery to sell its items.
 
Spent the morning doing the translation. The words seemed to flow – and I managed my 2,000 words in a little under two hours. Not wanting to suffer burn out, ahem, I took a break, caught up on my blips, ran some errands.  Astounding the amount of things that always have to be done.
 
Various errands around noon, followed by more translation in the afternoon…