A welcome change in the weather.
We have a mourning dove nesting in an old clementine box on our fire escape. Alden is remarkably nonplussed, but Saoirse has asked to be lifted up to the window for a peek a few times since we discovered it. It would be nice to get a photo, but I don't want to frighten mama bird.
I am finally reading The Goldfinch. It is just as engrossing as I'd been warned and though the plot sounded irritating and preposterous when my mom first recommended I read it, I've fallen into the story such that occasionally I need to remember that it's fiction.
I am tired. Tired in all varieties. Coffee isn't working its same old magic and I toy with the idea of freeing myself from caffeine. But really I'm banking on the return of the sun.