I was walking Otto dog this morning, sad again.

A bird started squawking at us hoarsely. I couldn't see what it was, but it sounded like it was saying, "Woyd! Woyd! Woyd!"

I thought, wow, a bird with a Brooklyn accent all the way out here in the Pacific Northwest.

Sometimes when I am in a mood, it is the silliest thoughts that knock me out of it.

Woyd.

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