Bar has this app that records our sleep on her iPhone. Getting lots of coughing and snoring from both of us and talk from me.
The latest talk was a knockout we’re still puzzling: Me saying “My Wren,” followed by a Wren calling and afterwards me saying “My Wren” again. It was the call that was the knockout. It was loud, sounding on the recording as if the Wren was in the bedroom with us. But it wasn’t. And it didn’t sound as if it was outside, either. Weird.
“President Joe Biden has officially botched the rollout of the coronavirus vaccine, as his Food and Drug Administration (FDA) suspended the use of Johnson & Johnson’s vaccine Tuesday because of just six reported claims of blood clotting.”
Out of seven million jabs. Seven. Million. Shots.
UPDATE: Trump protests a “terrible disservice to the world.” That’s our Turniphead. Napping, no doubt.
My Reiki Level One training will be on May 15, with Reiki Master (Mistress?) Cindi Barnette. Includes attunement. Will entitle me to self-treatments which I have been doing daily already, but maybe there’ll be some sort of enhancement after this.
The Hilton Garden Inn in Oklahoma City, to be exact. All booked for the 25th, 26th, and 27th. Amtrak all the way. All to get to Higgins in the northernmost panhandle of Texas to see Russ’s grave. Hopefully no tornadoes. Certainly won’t be any ice storms. Yay!
They started last summer, after the city council had defunded the police to the tune of about 150 million. Since then we’ve seen almost daily shootings and stabbings. Pretty generally in the usual places of trouble: East and North Austin. Thankfully not near where we are, at Neely’s Canyon in Northwest Hills. Not yet.
UPDATE: Austin cops leaving the force.
As I was texting a medium we know about Mrs. Charm and our wren buddy appearances, Bar saw one land on our porch and check out a new bird house I haven’t hung up yet. I always feel Mrs. C sends them and I always tear up at the sight. The medium said it was awesome and a sign of love. Time to hang the bird house.