I worked on my serial killer book for hours on end today, but I ended up with about the same number of pages I started with, and only thirty pages further along than when I started.  I rearranged, threw out scenes, wrote new scenes, revised and polished, then did it all again.  This is the most frustrating revision I've ever done.

It was a birdy day in the neighborhood.  Even Rob hungout on the deck with me after breakfast because there were so many birds flying back and forth, stopping at the feeder, fighting and mating and feeding babies.  The little downy woodpeckers were especially entertaining.  A male was feeding a female, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure whether this was a mating thing, or the female was a baby.  But it seems early to have such a big baby.

On the other hand, I did see a blue jay feeding its half-grown baby, so I suppose some baby birds are fledging now.

I thought I heard a Swainson's Thrush, but since there was a very accomplished mockingbird singing and singing, it might have been him.  The Swainson's Thrush graced us with his presence for a couple of weeks last year on his way north.  He has a very distinctive and pretty song.

Tonight was Date Night, but we were both kind of tired so we just walked around the corner to the Mexican restaurant, which never has any customers.  I imagine they won't be there too long.  Their food is only okay, I think, not fantastic (though I love the fresh cilantro in the hot sauce).

Thanks for visiting,

Kara