My side of the bed has the window at the head of it--I like it that way. But every night this week, my pillow gets frozen stuck to it.

Non Birding Bill is in tech rehearsals for Cyrano de Bergerac. I love that he acts, I love that I get to watch him on stage--tech rehearsal week--I don't love so much. NBB pretty much goes from work to rehearsal and then I don't see him until close to midnight. I suppose this is similar to when I'm away at a bird festival or tour. At least I see him in the morning when I make him a big breakfast to start his day.

I think between NBB's absence, that stupid cardinal story, and the notice that a friend has passed that my glass is feeling half empty. Whenever I get to this point, it never ceases to amaze me that life will offer a refill.

First, it came in the mail. I got the current issue of the Living Bird from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. On the cover is a juvenile northern goshawk--my favorite raptor. Nothing cheers me up like a gos!

When I finally finished drinking in the cover, I came across an article of a friend with a photo of her as a young girl. Any guesses on who this is?

After that, a packaged arrived full of Swarovski samples. It's a great day when you have so many Swarovski bins in the home at once, I threw a party. It was a high brow affair, martinis all around.

I think NBB's show opens Friday night, but I won't be able to see it because I'm leading a trip early the next morning. I will probably go see it on Valentine's Day. Cyrano is a great date play--not to mention a good lesson learned as to why you should write your own love letters.