Is it a sign of the Apocalypse when birds keep flying into your house? How 'bout Nosferatu, did he have anything to say about that?

Yesterday, I come out of my bedroom, and noticed a sparrow fluttering in the garden window above my kitchen sink. Thankfully, Hanna was temporarily oblivious to this development. So I stepped up on a kitchen chair with a dish towel and threw it over the bird, wrapped it up, and released it outside. My good deed for the day . . .

A few hours later, the dogs and I were in the front room when another sparrow came zooming in from the kitchen, pulled a U turn and headed back into the kitchen with the dogs and me in hot pursuit . . . before Hanna could snatch it out of the air, it cleared the sliding glass door and made it back outside.

Seriously, what are the odds?

Having spent most of the last 48 hours in bed with a skull splitting sinus headache, I am finally feeling a bit better today. In retrospect, it was a good decision to ignore the inclination to grab a pliers and pull out all the teeth in my upper left jaw to relieve the pressure.

Update - I'm 12-0 for the NFL games today . . . Go Packers tomorrow night! I don't have the whole pool's picks, but I gotta believe I'm in the running!