Apropos of this question:
I had a laugh (literally) when I walked out of the house this morning and saw the most humongous crow I’ve ever seen in my life (I shit you not; it looked like a compact black eagle) standing at the peak of my roof (just above my bedroom, as a matter of fact), and looking right at me as I walked to the car. I stopped, we “shared a moment” regarding each other, and I laughed out loud. What a great start to the day! Good thing I don’t believe in omens unless I’m writing them myself.
A flock of eight or nine starlings (or some other inconsequential little bird) came out of nowhere to pester him off his perch (he’s probably waiting for me now in the back yard – I am not afraid to go home, but I do have some things to catch up on before I leave the office). Those inconsequential little birds can really have an effect on that big ol’ crow. I was kind of rooting for him to stay, and I hope I see him again.
Anyway, if I don’t see you tomorrow, don’t wonder about what happened to me… you might just wonder, “How did he go, anyway? I want the gory details.” Details, if any, will be in the Hartford Courant, eventually, I’m sure. At least once the smell of the decomposing body begins to stink up the neighborhood. Reminds me that I’d better make sure Willow’s water dish is full tonight. And it’s been swell and all, but we all knew that it probably had to end sometime. (And darn it, I was so hoping to live forever, too!)
I haven’t given up hoping, yet. We’ll see how things turn out in the morning… assuming I live that long.
PS: In case of any lingering doubts, this is not a suicide note.