I have some good things to report. The first of which is I survived the assassination attempt one of my dining room doors made two weeks ago. Just the remnants of a black eye and a tiny scab. So lucky. That ancient door is very heavy and it could have broken my eye socket and cheek bone when it came off the hinges.
A good friend Kerry has set up transport of a 25 year old African Grey named Noname (No-nah-mee) from where I live all the way to Staten Island to his new home and human companion. His cage is going along, too, so he can start off comfortably in his new forever home. He doesn't speak, which is perfectly fine because that's not natural for them anyway, but he whistles beautifully. He loves fruits and vegetables. His elderly companion passed away and I'm happy Donna will love him. Thank you, Donna.
I've had a nasty cough since last night. It's not quite Tubercular, but I'm damn close to feeling like I need carted off to Waverly Hill Sanatorium.