As many of us do, I reached for my phone this morning before my eyes were fully open and checked messages and then today’s To Do List. Following the usual working out and blogging tasks, I saw “Poop”. In my pre-coffee haze, it took me a minute to remember I wanted to check the door of our parrot Piper’s mansion (“cage” does not correctly describe his mult-story-with-penthouse luxury accommodations) door where he often sits and I thought I saw some dried birdie poo when I put him in for the night last evening.
I love my lists. LOVE them. But even I’m not that anal.
