Speaking of birds - I'm quite taken by the news of the ivory-billed woodpecker. I guess it's to be balanced against the fact that every day dozens of species are dying out, but it's a little glimmer of good news, and I can't resist feeling all bubbly about it.
I won't make a list, but I will say that I've done more in the past two days than in the past two weeks, or so it seems, and that on top of the fact that I've picked up my part-time work again. It's very, very odd how available time expands and shrinks to fit the tasks at hand. I have plenty more to do, but think it should be a snap to actually finish most things up before the weekend hits. Now, that is not a familiar feeling for me. Thus the 'Wheee' of this post's title.
And I started reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn - a book that I totally missed in my childhood, Anglo-centric as it was (the only exceptions being Little House on the Prairie, Caddie Woodlawn, Thimble Summer and maybe a couple more). And I need it to balance out the rather heavy stuff that I'm reading during the day (Jan Gross and related texts).