Beneath the Wraps

  Bruce didn ’ t set his alarm   back to standard.   I don ’ t think he cares.   He doesn ’ t crow at sunrise.   He crows 3-4 hours before.   Are you kidding me?     It ’ s dark.   I ’ m trying to sleep.   Bruce, if you are going to continue going off every morning before there is even a crack of dawn, you are no longer welcome in our yard.   You and your harem.   I don ’ t hear them making noise before the crack of dawn.   When Bruce finally shuts up I hear Jenna talking to Bonnie – asking if she needs to go out.     Bonnie ’ s tag jingling down the hall.   I hear the door open.   Jenna letting Bonnie out. What time is it?   Why are there so many noises?   I want to sleep!   I got up at 7:00.   It ’ s now light enough outside for me to see.   That means I could go pick up Jenna again – at least until ...

             I normally don’t hear the rooster crowing behind us, but his alarm went off this morning at 4:30 and hasn’t stopped.   What is your problem rooster?   No one understands your tantrums.               It’s not even a normal “R-R-R’R” crow.  It’s a sick “ul, ul, ul, r . . e”  The rear window was opened a couple of centimeters.  I was looking for a cross breeze to help keep the room cool – not to allow the sounds of a constipated rooster to interrupt my sleep.             Jenna cracks me up when she impersonates the rooster – translating his crows into English:   “Did you see the sun? Hey, everybody look! It’s the sun. When it became dark last night I didn’t think I would ever see it again. But look! There it is! I can’t believe I have this opportunity to see it again! Isn’t it amazing! Look everyone!...