a lonely day at the cottage

it was a nice get away weekend, with a wedding shower celebration (photos soon to come).
this is a silly little cup bug

i was alone at the cottage monday trying to finish my reading about taste & french history, which was monotonous & tiring. i realized that i do not like being alone in large living spaces. the night my family went back to GR i settled myself on the couch & read... then fell asleep.

when i awoke; still on the couch, i read... procrastinated & tried to read some more. the cottage was too much space for me to feel comfortable in all by myself. which got me to thinking if i will ever live without a roommate, & if i were to live alone would a studio space be the only thing i could emotionally handle?

while i was thinking about these things i heard a very loud thud. it sounded like a cat had hit the window. as i walked outside, rather cautiously i looked around expecting to find a large object. finally i realized that there was a small sparrow like bird lying on the deck. his little dark eye was looking straight at me. but there was no flutter. this dainty bird was gone. i'm not sure why but i've been happening across dead birds a lot these past six months. i don't like it, & i don't know how to interpret it.

i gently placed him in the forest to rest. i don't really have any closing things to say about it...