Eleven Trumpeter Swans flew over my head this morning, with the two landing in the wetland. I can't help but think that it is my pair plus their nine offspring from the last two years. I wish I could have stayed to watch, because there was a face-off between the Trumpeters and the Canada geese. The swans are fiercely protective of their turf.

I just did not feel right all day Sunday. A mix of sad and hopeless. I don't give in to it, I still go about my business as usual, but I didn't feel all there mentally.

I was super productive though. Roasted and shredded a 6lb pork shoulder roast. Prepped my lunches. Made a run to the compost site. Picked up 2 bags of litter that appeared after the snow melted. What I picked up included a debit card, the name matching that of the immigrant ID I found in the street in January. It horrifies me that the thugs were kidnapping people and tossing their IDs and source of money out the car window so they'd have no easy way of returning home if they were released.

I emailed the city person organizing a new 'adopt-a-streetscape' litter pickup program to let her know I have my territory. Emailed my county contact to pick up the large car pieces and bags of litter I picked up from the side of the road. Walked 4 miles with dog. And I still felt off. So I went to the flower store and looked at plants and purchased a bulb garden. Then on to Marshalls to pick up a strainer and a glass. But I still felt off. It was just going to be one of those days. But it ended with this gorgeous sunset. I did not touch up this photo.

I'm still pissed about my neighbor. I feel like I have to hide when I go out in order to avoid listening to his misinformed rants. He is outside All. The. Time. smoking. I guess what pisses me off the most is that I moved to the city to get away from that kind of backward thinking that was very prevalent in the red rural area I used to live, ​only to move right next door to it in the blue city. Ugh.

I reported the whacko spreading false news as alarmist, right before I went to bed last night. I have never flagged anyone before, but this woman needs to stop. I should report the reposters too. At least one of the reposters took theirs down once they realized what bunk it was.

Today is my mom's birthday. Died 23 yrs ago @ 79 of metastasized breast cancer. I do not miss her. When she died I was finally free of the endless criticism for being me. It took me a long time to dig out of that and gain more confidence, but it is something so deeply engrained that I will never be free of it.