I don’t have much time to chit-chat today (I hate that!), but I thought you would want to know that a pigeon flew into my head today. I was on the West Side doing my usual self-guided tour (i.e., walking aimlessly) while waiting for a child to be released from school. It was really windy. Such that a low-flying pigeon was blown off course, and his frantically beating wings nearly knocked my specs off.
Huge adrenalin rush, for both me and the bird.
Proving once again that Big City Life is not just martinis and glamour and running into Xenobia Bailey all the time.
Here’s hoping nothing flew into you today.