Friday, April 15
 
 

 
Home, 11:11
 
I receive a high quality chocolate bird (chicken? duck?) and put it on the top of a cupboard to see what it does. Not a lot, since you ask.
I wait for something to happen and photograph it before it leaps into chocolatey action. Nothing continues to happen.
I type my thoughts into Scrivener and then read them back to make sure they make sense. After some adjustment I decide that they do.
Eventually, and inevitably, I will stop reading and eat the chocolate bird.