Ever since my hot pink alarm clock that I've had since I was 7 broke at the beginning of the summer, Chris has been using his little alarm clock that doesn't have bright red numbers, so is very hard to see, and lies flat, so that you have to pick it up to look at it anyway. When I'm lying in bed in the morning wondering what time it is, that is the last thing I want to do. I have begun to be able to tell time by the vertical beads of light coming through the blinds and landing between two picture frames. Exactly halfway between the two frames, it is 7.30, a quarter of the way more, it is 8.00. A nice time to get up when all I do today is sit at home and study. I also like that time, because the morning sun hasn't hit the full side of the house yet, and as it shines through the tree the leaves dance on the closed blinds. It also appears that some pigeons have taken residence around the porch. I think on the roof directly above the porch. At any rate, now the pigeons are flying through the porch on a regular basis, regardless if I'm on it or not, and perch on various places on and closely around the porch. Now I'm no fan of pigeons, as anyone who has traveled with me can attest. I think they're dirty, parasitical birds. But I have to admit, their soft cooing provides a nice contrast to the frenetic squawking of the parrots that live in the palm tree in front of the house.