I don’t know what exactly is going on, but there is a bird that lives outside my window and he (or she) has seriously taken to heart the whole “early bird gets the worm” thing.

3 o’clock in the fucking morning this bird wakes up. And sings. Loud. This has been going on for almost a week. I don’t know if they are looking for a mate, I guess if I was I would be singing, too, but apparently there aren’t any other birds up at that time, since I only hear the one. Maybe it’s internal clock is messed up (I imagine the poor thing having to take a nap in the afternoon). Maybe there is a cat trying to sneak up to it’s nest and it is sounding the alarm. But dayum, LOUD.

And so yeah, I’m up at three AM every night lately.

Most of the time I can go back to sleep, sometimes not so much. There is an old proverb of “you’ve made your bed, now lie in it.” That’s me. I miss sharing my bed. I’m not just talking about sex, but of course I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss sex. I miss sharing lots of things, the touch and sound and scent and the comfort of a loved one nearby. I miss sharing all this with my wife.

I hope my bird finds a friend soon, so maybe they will sleep a little better. This shit’s getting old.