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Oversleeping?
Jan. 22nd, 2007 08:40 pmMy sleep period was interrupted twice today, once by my dentist's office, to say my crown had come in and to set up an appointment tomorrow to install it, and a second time by the client who was supposed to have received the weekend translation yesterday morning, and didn't.
Both issues were resolved expeditiously, and somehow, I managed to sleep - with periods of restlessness - until 5 pm. (I should be good to go for a pretty yawnless night tonight, I think.)
Afterward, as I sat in my office picking away at my computer, I noticed the trees outside were dark and heavy with countless birds making quite a racket, not unlike a few thousand squeaky hinges being tweaked simultaneously. As I sat inside, behind brick and glass, wondering at how loud the sound must be outside, the air was split by the sound of incoming jets - not the relatively slow airliners that sometimes fly by on the approach to Ellington Field, but the maneuverable little numbers used by the likes of astronauts and pilots in the Texas Air National Guard to warp in and out of Ellington in much the same way some of us groundlings use our cars to zip in to and out of our neighborhoods.
The crackling, thunder-like blast - which increased in volume as a second jet joined the first - solidly mashed down some ancient buttons in the brains of the resting birds, who immediately took flight in a huge flock that proceeded to engage in "evasive maneuvers," changing direction in the air the way the silver ball ricochets about the inside of "hot" pinball table, as if to say, "Whatever's making that noise is going to have to work for dinner!"
As the noise became more intense, the flock's behavior became more frenetic, and it split into several flocks traveling in several directions at once. After the jet noise receded, the birds slowly resumed their station in the trees.
It was a sight to see.
Back to more mundane matters, I'm all caught up in the invoice department, and I've a jot less than two hours before leaving for work again. It's time to clean up the office a bit and spend some time with Galina.
Cheers...
Both issues were resolved expeditiously, and somehow, I managed to sleep - with periods of restlessness - until 5 pm. (I should be good to go for a pretty yawnless night tonight, I think.)
Afterward, as I sat in my office picking away at my computer, I noticed the trees outside were dark and heavy with countless birds making quite a racket, not unlike a few thousand squeaky hinges being tweaked simultaneously. As I sat inside, behind brick and glass, wondering at how loud the sound must be outside, the air was split by the sound of incoming jets - not the relatively slow airliners that sometimes fly by on the approach to Ellington Field, but the maneuverable little numbers used by the likes of astronauts and pilots in the Texas Air National Guard to warp in and out of Ellington in much the same way some of us groundlings use our cars to zip in to and out of our neighborhoods.
The crackling, thunder-like blast - which increased in volume as a second jet joined the first - solidly mashed down some ancient buttons in the brains of the resting birds, who immediately took flight in a huge flock that proceeded to engage in "evasive maneuvers," changing direction in the air the way the silver ball ricochets about the inside of "hot" pinball table, as if to say, "Whatever's making that noise is going to have to work for dinner!"
As the noise became more intense, the flock's behavior became more frenetic, and it split into several flocks traveling in several directions at once. After the jet noise receded, the birds slowly resumed their station in the trees.
It was a sight to see.
Back to more mundane matters, I'm all caught up in the invoice department, and I've a jot less than two hours before leaving for work again. It's time to clean up the office a bit and spend some time with Galina.
Cheers...
