i am sleeping on the couch at paul and bret’s place in venice and a mockingbird perched in a tree outside the window is singing covers of every songbird in the audobon guide. he’s good, very loud, and making it somewhat difficult to sleep. also, he keeps ending the show, only to return 15 minutes later with a whole fresh set, invigorated by the pause.
i could close the window and decrease the volume, but then i wouldn’t have the soft warm ocean air breezing over my face. it’s almost 2, i am tired. let’s call it a night birdy.