I feel so incredibly stressed out that I almost think I could die from it.

It's an odd moment. I'm lying in bed feeling this way. On my left, I hear my husband snoring. On my right, through the window, I hear the call of a mourning dove. This is absolutely true.

Now the mourning dove has quieted.

Now I hear her again.

I bought new curtains and curtain rods for all of our second floor windows, as well as new blinds for the master bath. We need to make such improvements of our house for possibly putting it on the market in the near future. The whole interior needs painting eventually, too. We'll restain the deck this weekend.

Attached is a photo my husband took a few years back of a mourning dove and her two squabs. They built a nest on our rose arbor. He photographed them from our second floor (first floor for Europeans) with a zoom lens. It's nearing that time again.