We have birds in our fireplace, apparently. Possibly residing in the chimney. Stupid birds. I hate birds. They chirp periodically. It's annoying. Our entire house will be grown over in two years or so, having become a giant nest for various wildlife. I expect there will be possums in my room.
Whaaarg. Hiccups hurt.
What my mother has to say about reading "Maskerade": [I] like the part about the bats dropping from the ceiling when she sings. I can see why you enjoyed this book, the main character is you, reading it makes me feel close.
She is referring, of course, to Agnes Nitt. Thanks mom... makin' me feel good, as usual.
I like Agnes.