Longtime readers will remember the Woodpecker War, which I must bring over from the old pages so that new readers can appreciate the Battle of the Bird.
Well, for the last few days, something has been waking me up at six a.m., an hour before my alarm goes off. Last week, it was Gracie, who finally stopped when I pushed her off the bed while she was yowling at me to wake up and pet her. I’d forgotten how sensitive she is to being disciplined in the least, and felt extremely guilty when I heard her zooming down the stairs to hide from me. But an hour later, it was all forgotten. Except the part about her waking me up at six. Anyway, for the last few days, I thought maybe it was a neighbor warming up his car, because it seemed that every time I woke up, I could hear a car engine revving. Then, this morning, I heard it: The fateful chirp. It was a single note, over and over again, and it made me think of Bolero, and wonder if maybe the stupid bird started out softly and got louder as he chirped. There’s a tree right outside my bedroom window, and the birds and I have already had issues. So have the birds and Tig, which may actually be the same issue, but so far, these birds haven’t been stupid enough to come within reach of him.
So I don’t really know what’s waking me up, but I do know that six hours is not enough sleep for a decent workday. I am heading off to bed early tonight; posting (by me) may be light tomorrow. My guest bloggers have been posting up a storm (thanks, guys), and I hear that another Lost parody is in the works. (Tonight’s episode was so good it made me wish that Mira Furlan had her own show again, preferably a drama like B5, and a much bigger role than she has now. Sigh. Delenn. We miss Delenn.)
Take it away, boys.