I snore. So to be kind I’m sleeping in a storage room without air with an open screenless window. I dose myself with bug spray and lie on top of a sheet and lose pounds through the night. The other guys sleep in a large air-conditioned room. I really don’t mind. In fact, I like it. But they don’t hear the rooster that wakes me up every morning around 4:30 or so. I’ve developed a special attachment to this rooster. This is my first aural cartoon. So click on the recording (if it’s not available yet it will be later… sorry) I made of my new friend this morning and read the following meditations.
- He should go to bed later.
- If I were Noah, he wouldn’t make the cut.
- Where’s Renée Zellweger from Cold Mountain when you need her?
- I could make a killing manufacturing tiny bark collars.
- How many times have I denied him?
- To the rooster: Bang a chick and make eggs already!
- Cutlets.
- If I can’t kill this one, I could kill the one he’s challenging.
- The graphic designer for Corn Flakes didn’t have a rooster.
- Maybe I’d feel better about myself if I did that every morning.