Much though I love the concept of Fortnite, this dying compy couldn't quite handle it and the game kept crashing. So I gave up on it.
Which meant that Beloved has been playing exclusively with their brother.
Which left me feeling out in the cold.
Which means that my depression has come back to fight with me.
In the sarcastic sense of course.
Hope has arisen in the form of a patch which might mean that I can play too.
In other news, the people we rented the skip from are taking it back, and I did manage to fill most of the gaps, so I'm happy with that. The remaining mess in the yard will have to be Dealt With on our own.
But we got rid of most of the hazardous stuff, so that's a bonus.
And it's almost time for the bus watch. I plan to get more colouring done this AM.