It was One of Those Days

Wednesday was just one of those days. It was a bad day at work. My stress level was pretty high from the minute I sat down at my desk. I have a paper due this weekend that is just not coming together and then I got a phone call from the parental units telling me the electric company was cutting down the trees in our front yard.

Not trimming them. Cutting them down.

This is what I came home to at the end of that very bad day:




I would say it looks like a war zone, but that is probably an overstatement. Not much of one though...

I never considered myself much of a tree hugger. I mean, I have seen the hysterical videos on YouTube. I am not one of those people. But I was still sad.

Thursday morning when I went out to get the paper, I found hundreds of birds staring down at me from the power lines. It was if they were saying, "What the hell happened? We had HOMES here." Then, I apparently lost my mind. I began talking to them. Out. Loud.

"I'm sorry."

"This wasn't my idea."

"It's not my fault."

"Make sure to poop on the heads of the old people living here. They are responsible."

I realized I was talking Out. Loud. It was a magical and terrifying moment.