It runs in the family

Today was one of those days where sleep is interrupted with periods of consciousness. Other than a brief lunch with my friends, I have spent the day nestled in my bed usually with the Goddess (ask me about that sometime) rather pleased at my choice. This is not because I was particularly lazy today, but more because I feel the creeping feelings of sickness threatening my health. I feel in these cases sleeping the day away is productive.
At one point I woke up to the sound of a bird flying around the room. (In retrospect perhaps the open window and recent weather might have something to do with catching a cold…)

I chased the little bird out of my bedroom, quickly closing the door and set about trying to catch the little thing without making it have a heart attack before then. I think I was successful. (Well, I caught it—I will never know if it dies of cardiac arrest in the arms of a loved one whispering a terrifying story of giants and small closed spaces).

It is very odd to be roused from sleep to a strange event. It reminded me of an email I received from my aunt near the end of semester. Reading over it, I am aware that I have inherited a way of interacting and constructing the animal world from my mom and her sister my Aunt Gale. I share it here because it is funny and revealing.

I woke this morning bleary eyed (since Ross and Stu came in around 1:30 am and did not go to bed till 4). Turned on the coffee, went to the bathroom to do my morning constitutional still half asleep.... so imagine my surprise when I thought I saw something moving around on the floor. Being still asleep I thought...no, I did not see anything, I have been cleaning and there has not been even the errant bug. but ... there it is again! I looked down and lo and behold there was a tiny mouse! we did have them in here at one point a few years ago but we put out traps and I figured they were gone...had not seen any signs of them the whole time I was here! so... being Gale, I got a washcloth and sweetly talked to the little red eyed, grey/brown mouse and asked it if it wanted to go outside. I don't think it believed me... so after a bit of chasing around the room, I was able to drop the cloth over it and pick it up...Price, I probably would have tried to grab it as usual but after the shrew incident I decided that was not the best solution...hence the washcloth. It went well and she ( yes it was a she) got distributed on the back porch so she could investigate a good spot among all of the 10 porches on this level with lots of plants and fun things to hide in. I felt satisfied that all was well in the world...hopefully, a bird will not find her ;)