Sunday bird blogging

Another look at the irritated crow in Glacier National Park this past summer.

It's been quite cold, and it's lovely to be able to snuggle inside all day if I want to. I usually use a weighted blanket in the fall and winter; I don't know that it really helps me sleep better but I do love the sensation of lying under a pile of warmth in a chilly room. But after I hurt my knee, it was hard to turn over in bed, and impossible under all that weight. I sleep with the window open a few inches (in New York apartments with steam heat, the thermostat is the window) but sometimes it goes from pleasantly chilly to downright freezing over the course of the night. I'm hot. Then I'm cold. And I missed my weighted blanket.

All of this is to say that after weeks of being annoyed about this, it finally occurred to me that I could just buy another comforter. Not weighted, just a regular comforter. Now I'm warm when I need to be, and I can turn over no matter how grumpy my knee is feeling, and I feel like an idiot for not having thought of this sooner.

More mountain Xanax

Deep breaths

I basically emptied out the suitcase, washed everything, and packed it up again, getting ready to fly to London very early on Friday morning.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself until I spent half the afternoon looking for my keys. I knew they were in the apartment because I was in the apartment and couldn't have achieved that without them, but they weren’t on the counter, or in my purse, or in my pocket or on the floor. I ended up taking everything back out of the suitcase in case I had somehow managed to pack them (I hadn't) so now I have to pack again.

I'm taking deep breaths and looking at pretty pictures of mountains in Glacier National Park to calm myself down again. It's a good thing they don't administer IQ tests at border crossings or I might be out of luck right now. (I did find the keys, by the way—in the silverware drawer.)

More bighorns, plus a baby

Unfortunately, the picture of the lamb is blurry, but the cuteness comes through.

More Glacier fauna

We thought that these nosy creatures checking us out through our windshield were mountain goats, but they are actually bighorn sheep.

We never did see a moose, but we probably were able to get a lot closer to these sheep than we ever would to a moose.

A Møøse once bit my sister...

And I segue seamlessly from Monty Python to early morning in Glacier, where we had been hoping to see moose. (Or møøse.)

And now for something completely different

This chipmunk in Glacier National Park does not get any of the Monty Python references, and clearly isn't impressed by anything I have to say.

Sunday bird blogging

A crow in Glacier National Park.