......well, she let me sleep a little past 7 this morning before flying in again and freaking both of us out. But now, 4 hours later, it's neither funny, nor cute. I can't get the darn thing to find the window! Meanwhile, it's spouse has taken it's turn in the nest, and at certain times, they are only a few inches apart! But the dove that is trapped in here won't fly low, it keeps hitting the ceiling, then perches over in the corner, or above the window - just inches from it's nest. Talk about bird-brain! And the "aroma" is killer - it crapped everywhere, including in my Rusell Wright 1940's dinnerware, so I am beginning to lose my patience.

I really planned on getting some porn auctions ready, not to mention looking forward to SIGUR ROS tonight at Radio City.