Blackbird singing in the dead of night...

Well, black hummingbird and maybe not the dead of night, but it does start singing well before dawn. It wasn't yet light when I took this photo. Singing is also perhaps the wrong word, as it just endlessly repeats the same note, so I feel the telephone wires could represent a rather limited score, with two lines instead of five.

Back-blipping, and last Thursday feels like the distant past. I seem to recall that I spent most of it doing domestic chores. I'm not quite sure how this house kept going or how we ever ate when I was working 12 to 14 hours a day, as it seems to take me all day just to prepare and clear up the simplest meals and do the most mundane jobs. Must get a few tips from Hurricane/Miracle Mary, when she gets back from her holiday.