-- the kind of day where you pull into the school parking lot after muesli and seizures and loud humming, irritated by the dog-sized crows on chicken feet slapping across the pavement, and a tired brown Christmas swag with a dirty red ribbon on the back windshield of a car. Why can't they take that off the car? you wonder, reaching in your mind for the slingshot that will knock that hopping bird from his arrogant path.
