I mean, besides church. But let's be honest, even that isn't a sure thing.
There is nothing on tv on Sundays.
No one updates their blogs, news, etc. on Sundays so there's nothing new to read.
It's the day before Monday, which has obvious depressing connotations.
Larry King is replayed WAY to much over the weekend. He's like, the worst interviewer ever. I'm so over CNN.
It's too hot to go do anything outside.
Kitty Hawk was whining profusely upstairs in the loft for like 5 minutes when I finally decided I better go check and make sure she wasn't dying or something. I round the corner and she's standing over a dead bird. Awesome. This is in addition to the pigeon she had in her mouth in the kitchen Friday afternoon. That one survived after I shook it from her mouth. Poor thing had a broken wing I think because it couldn't fly. I felt so bad for it that I went back outside and picked it up with a towel and put it in a Steve Madden shoe box. I thought about keeping it for a while, you know, until it recovered, but I figured that might be crossing all sorts of lines. So I walked around the corner of my block and found these huge bushes to hide the box under so it would be safe and out of the sun. Hopefully, it heals and doesn't die of starvation. I've lost count on how many birds, dead and alive, I've had in this house. It's bound to be in double digits.
My family is in Rehobeth right now. I'm not going this year, which is a bummer for sure. Apparently it's hotter than a mother out there though so that kind of sucks. Hot and humid is no fun, although very consistent with east coast summers. Hopefully it cools down a bit for everyone.
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