Tired Chick

H-O-L-Y C-O-W! I completely slept through the Christmas Bird Count!

I was working on a deadline for Minnesota Audubon for Friday. I pretty much just sequestered myself into our apartment last week, avoiding friends and family outings. Even Non Birding Bill was out from underfoot as he was in final rehearsals for a play. I had planned on Saturday being a reward day of some bird counting and going to see his show. I totally slept past the alarm for the CBC was very tired for a good chunk of the day. I'm so embarrassed, I can't believe I did that. It was a strange fatigue too, a bone tired feeling I get when I get some nasty flu virus but I wasn't congested or coughing or achy.

"Cranberries, sewing kit, and travel bag on the couch? This place is a mess, I don't approve!"

I did get a chance to go see NBB in his show. He's playing an assassin in Urban Samurai's production of Protection Program. I snuck the above photo during the performance. There's my actor above in all black wielding a gun on a man about to propose. The play is written by a local playwright and it's okay. The writing is very much predictable sitcom writing and is a fun alternative to the various productions of Nutcrackers and Christmas Carols this time of year. The premise is that a overtly gay man in the witness protection program ends up renting the same apartment as a young woman embarking on a career change. Turns out his FBI agent and her boyfriend have the same name of Allen and both ended up renting the apartment. He's a Felix Unger type and she's more of an Oscar Madison type and "hilarity ensues". You do have to suspend your disbelief a little further than usual to go along with the farce. For example the apartment the two people rent is furnished and happens to come with a full bar--where on Earth do you rent a cheap starter apartment that comes with full bottles of gin, whiskey, cognac?

Okay, I need to go out and get a little Christmas. More later.