Cuckoo

Saturday.

No job yet.

I've enjoyed spending the week with the Boyfriend.

There's a robin who lives outside our big window, thinks the reflection of his tree is a real tree and is about to get himself killed. Even after repeatedly running into the window, flying back to the tree, running into the window, flying back to the tree, the bird doesn't get the picture. This has lasted about a week. It's sad, but there's nothing we can do; either he's too ashamed to ask for directions or she can't function without someone else to give her direction.