this morning #71.

this morning, a sparrow flew full speed smack dab into the bedroom window & plummeted to the soil below. when she spent her saturday cleaning the condo from top to bottom, there was no way for her to know of the impending avian casualties. starting the day with death—a fitting finale to an inexplicable weekend! she was dying to get laid on friday night, but all hope died when her date deflected her advances & she went home solo again. the next morning, her phone died during a call with her mother as she relayed that her daughter’s fourth-grade teacher had died. the die had been cast. twas a weekend of death.