They're Back.

They are back. The G-D grackles. I know there are millions of bird lovers who will cringe at my saying this, but I would gladly go out with a shotgun and blast them all away. And I've always called myself a pacifist.

It's just every year around this time they nest in my trees. When the pug and I go outside, we're followed and dive bombed by angry grackles warning us away. The first dead body of a baby who didn't make it is now lying in the front yard. There will be dozens more to follow. The worse are the ones who fall and live, hopping about the yard. Unknowing they are there, I will walk out only to find birds swarming and screaming. Alfred Hitchcock didn't exaggerate so much.

I went out with friends last night and drank at a smoky beer joint. I got home, threw the clothes in the hamper and showered before getting in bed. Still this morning I woke up with a hangover the size of Texas and my smelled like a big ash tray. I've been moving slow all day feeling like crap. Truth is I'm not as young as I use to be and the late nights drinking take me twice as long to recover.

I go to Austin tomorrow. I've a presentation on Monday morning. I should be reading over my notes and preparing as we speak. Problem is I have absolutely no desire. No use starting now when I can put it off for one more day.