This morning I awoke in a funk--"A case of the Mondays" as that obnoxious waiter from Office Space would say. I won't bore you with the details. I'll just trust that you know what I mean: a crummy night's sleep, loads and piles of stuff waiting to be done, and the realization that no amount of coffee can change your channel.
So I went out on the deck and, Tarzanlike, summoned my bird friends to help me (this is how I was given the name Bill of the Birds).
Here's who showed up:
Seriously, though, birds and nature are a balm for the soul, even for something as seemingly trivial as a case of the Mondays. Don't you concur wholeheartedly?