“Don’t spit in the well you drink from." – an ancient saying
This week was a good week.
I've been sick for all of it. Some cough thing I picked up traveling. I knew I was cooked while sitting in the airport's crowded waiting area. It seemed like everyone walked around pale, dark-eyed, and sniffling. I was feeling run down after a few late nights, and that's a bad combo. I caught it.
The news this week has been grim. There are bright spots, like my alma mater's basketball teams winning, but the overall tone feels darker than normal. Good for ad sales, bad for the psyche.
Then, to top it off, I learned yesterday that, once again, I didn't get nominated for a Grammy, Oscar, or a Tony. My personal award season drought continues. It's so very hard to get recognized out here in the plains.
So, what makes it a good week, Greg?
Birds.
Specifically, the little bird video thing we put in the backyard. I'm learning all about the little visitors.
One that's caught my eye as particularly jumpy and nervous is the white-breasted nuthatch. They take a few bits while nervously glancing here and there, jump to the tree, and jump back between visits by the cardinals, sparrows, and woodpeckers. All the birds are nervous to a degree, but I watch the nuthatch and think, why are you so very, very jumpy? That's when I saw it.

I get it. Gotta keep moving before you get caught.
Yep. That is all it took to make it a good week.
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