night owl

We have visitors. My mother-in-law on the pull out couch, Uncle Buubie on a blow up in the boys room. I resist the urge to tip toe downstairs in the middle of the night to see if momma bird has returned, not because I don't want to wake these visitors up, but because I feel the need to mask the true obsession. At 4AM, I am thinking about the bird.

And, I have a feeling, so are you.