Shut Up, You Stupid Bird!

 


Ah, Spring. Not exactly here yet, but my living room window disagrees. It opened by itself today. I live in a house which was built in 1895. Some day I'll write about its former owners. The windows are original with the pulley and weights to open and close them. The one window has no lock so sometimes (like three in the morning) I will hear a screeching, as if a banshee has arrived and wants my soul. It takes me awhile to figure out it's the damn window. 

Oh, daylight savings time. What an evil idea. Who decided this diabolical 'thing' is a necessity? It shouldn't bother me because I no longer have to get up at five am to get ready for work. I can sleep. Ha! Sleep. I miss it. I've turned into an insomniac. One of my favorite Stephen King books is, 'Insomnia,' where Ralph, the main character, continues to wake up earlier and earlier until he is only getting three hours of sleep. That's me. So, I'll be awake when we spring ahead, me and the birdies.

Oh, hey,  speaking of birds, eggs are $5.97 at Walmart. Nope. Not yet. I bought plastic ones for Easter. 

That guy up there, sniffing the flowers was the beautiful Fitzwilliam. He crossed the bridge last Autumn. I miss him. I miss all my furry peeps.

Yeah, ok, you see what only three hours of sleep does. 

Let's enjoy the FAFO and our $6 cup of coffee. 


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