Another string of random

Still have the PI. I realized this morning that the steroid foam I've been using has expired, thus has been ineffectual. Maybe the expectation that I should be recovering, only to find that the rash is actually spreading, has lead to my emotional roller coaster. A tragedy? Hardly. But still, it's like this annoying little brother poking a wet finger in your ear. 24 HOURS A DAY FOR DAYS AND DAYS. At first you're irritated, then you explode with anger, then you admit defeat dejectedly, then you rock in the corner and suck your thumb.

But enough about you.

The birds are going crazy outside this morning. Crows, cardinals, robins, chickadees, bluebirds. Why are bluebirds portrayed in children's movies as beautiful songbirds? They sing what amounts to a garbled throat-clearing of notes. But they are beautiful, so they have that going for them. Lately, though, when I see them tussling on the deck railings or sitting stoicly on branches I get singing this, which is somewhat infuriating. Besides the fact that the song is actually about light, I just can't make it stop going over and over in mind. (I do love the line where he sings, 'Even though I respect that a lot, I'd be fired if that were my job...' That sentiment just seems...familiar to me.)

It's going to be warm today - in the low-80's - and I'm conflicted. I've accepted the idea of fall like an impending death, so to have a reprieve that harkens back to summer and relaxing days surrounded by color and song and life, well it's almost jarring. I'll suffer through though, and gladly. J and I will walk to her piano lesson again, after spending last week in the car in rainy, 50-something degree weather. Dinner will be enjoyed al fresco. And even with an early sunset, we'll go to bed with open windows.

In the meantime I will chew happily through another day of work and running. Random life is good sometimes.