As Lion said, we lost a parrot sometime in the night. She was the quieter noisemaker. She loved her sound effects. Doorbells, ringing phones, game show sounds, she loved them all. She could talk. She just chose sounds over speaking although she always asked the dog if she wanted to go out (in my voice) and she greeted me with “hi cutie” in Lion’s voice. It will definitely be a much quieter house with her gone. The other parrot talks less and makes less general noise but when he squawks you can hear him down the driveway.
I guess the parrot’s death is just icing on the cake given how horrible we’ve been feeling. I know it’s coincidence but it seems like things like this always happen at the end of the year. We did get sick a little early this year. For the past few years we got sick at Christmas or at New Year’s. We’re coming up on the fifteenth anniversary of my father’s death in a few days. No wonder I talk about hibernating every year.
I’m sorry we’ve been such downers lately. I’m sure it’s less fun to read about our problems than it is to live through them. Things will pick up soon. We have to feel better at some point. Sex will resume shortly after that.