[Maryn snaps her towel, harder than she means to. (Or was it?)] Towel boy! Front and center!
They tend to drift off and write if we don't keep them in line.
Okay, this is freaky. My study is a corner room, with windows on two sides. An overgrown tree has limbs by both windows. There are no bird nests in the tree. But one, and only one, window attracts birds. They're not in the tree, which does not touch either window. Little birds, starlings I think, perch on the exterior sill or affix their little talons to the screen itself, plucking at it as they come and go. There is nothing unusual about this window, or this screen. What do they want? Why won't they leave me alone? They're there right now, playing that screen like a two-direction harp.
Maryn, unnerved