Feb. 13c

I’m glad I know that there are two owls in play here, because otherwise I’d have to worry about the one owl’s mental health. I’ve been getting a bored slow sleep-blink from Daphne all day. And then I leave my house just after sunset to run a very quick errand and this wacko is on the branch immediately above where I literally have to stop and futz with the gate to get to my car. And he’s all hopping from foot to foot and circling his head at me like he’s thinking about pushing me down a flight of stairs and framing my husband for murder. Ironically, my mother had JUST finished a helpful lecture about how I live in a big city and should carry some kind of personal safety device if I go out at night. What I apparently actually need is to just wear my hard hat 24/7. Or an umbrella?