What to do when a bird gets stuck in your house

mornings, of
13 October 2008, 9:21 am
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I raced the cold air back into bed this morning; I used to do this all the time, jump out of the shower, dry off in the warm steam of the bathroom, and then slip back under the covers to listen to R and the cat breathe.  I had put about 12 miles between us in the interim of my waking and this warm sleep smell, and I wasn’t yet ready to face the work I never quite left this weekend.  As the world outside churned and roiled, as the winter steadily advanced and we all avoid contact with our better selves, R’s sleeping form shifted towards mine and my mind surrendered to the grey light of the sunrise.


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