Entries are likely to be sparse (cough, shocker, cough) for the next few days as I ramp up for my Prob & Stat exam, Foreign Policy paper, and Guided Design proposal…

Sarah found a new cage for Code Red, whose emotional distance had prompted us to believe that he may have an eating disorder. I got home yesterday to discover that Sarah had, eight hours previously, faced the two cages towards each other with the doors open so Codey could hop right in. That is, if Codey did anything other than eat millet and shriek when Sarah and I are within 4 feet of him (Bernie, on the other hand, has expressed her overt desire for my attention by alighting herself on my laptop monitor as I write this). I once asked Sarah what she thought would happen if we took Codey out of his cage and put him on, say, the coffeetable. We decided that he’d probably spontaneously combust: feathers everywhere.