It's 4:41 a.m. on Sunday morning. I'm awake because my rotten sinuses caused me to have a coughing fit. Once that happened, I heard the birds outside. Loud. Very loud. One or more mockingbirds are out there, making a racket of orchestral proportions. Don't get me wrong, I love to listen to birds. But it's very dark outside just now. I should be sleeping.
Such is life. I'll make some coffee and pretend I'm fired up for the day. It's 64 degrees, according to my computer (which rarely lies to me). Maybe a walk in the dark is in the offing. Who knows? Not me. I'm not quite awake and alert enough to know.
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