Hi Jerry,

As Shakespeare said, a blue jay hath murdered sleep. Well, he said something like that.

Actually, I like blue jays--and I'm glad to have them back--it means West Nile, which was really cutting them down, is on the wane. These must be the survivors who have genetically modified to counter it.

They have quite a few calls, including Jan's favorite--what she calls "bloopy bloopy", during which their head bobs up and down.

And of course it's partly my own fault I woke up too early (didn't bet to bed til 1)--ate weird stuff late at night. Didn't get back from work til 8:30 and she had cooked a Portobello mushroom with onions and some other things. Probably not the best thing to eat at 8:30. And then I was still hungry, so I ate bread and other stuff.

The song I woke up with in my head was, I think, by Joe Diffie

"I only planned on one or two--I might stay for three
If that good looking thang in the corner keeps staring back at me
It's so easy not to care 'bout what's right or what's wrong
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And it's too cold at home."

I really like that one--and so does Jan.

There's an Ohrwurm (earworm) thread or there was--but I don't really see what the problem is for anybody who can sing. You just sing a song you like just before walking out the door. Then it'll stay in your head all day.

Admittedly I did have to ask a co-worker to turn down his music. But we're on good terms--and all I asked him to do was turn down the bass--so it didn't come throbbing through the wall. In fact, as I told him, I actually liked a lot of the music he was playing, but I can't work with a bass coming through the wall. I couldn't hear the words--but I could tell from the bass what song it was.

How are things in your neck of the woods?