Sunday Morning, Rain Is Falling...

Sunday, June 3 - 10:30am - Outside my bedroom window, Arlington VA

So I'm in a Sunday morning slumber.  Last I checked, the clock said 7:45am (it was 10:30 by this point), and I think I'm in for a well deserved snooze before my routine Sunday bagel and coffee with the Sunday paper (yes, I am 73 years old).  I'm lying there, in that extremely pleasant state between sleep and wake.  Scratch scratch scratch.  The rain is lightly falling on the trees behind my apartment.  Scratch scratch scratch.  I'm suddenly awake.  What is that?  Scratch scratch scratch.  I look out the window next to my bed to see the squirrel above just hanging out on my window ledge.  I guess it's a rough life being a squirrel, dealing with all those other squirrels, on a never ending quest for nuts, always looking wired, and going through life running from cars.  I think squirrels are cute, while others say they are just rats with bushy tails and better PR.  This guy above has been my squirrel friend, hanging out by clawing on to my window or sitting on the ledge.  I'm not sure if he's the same one who keeps reappearing, but I like to think so.  If I knew what squirrels ate (well, what I have in my home which squirrels eat), I would leave him some.  He didn't like posing for pictures - I just got a few before he bolted off back to Squirrelland, but I think he was smiling.

Below, you'll find a night-time picture of the Lincoln Memorial.  Shots like this, and having the Memorial to yourself (minus the couple going at it hot and heavy by the reflecting pool), are the few advantages to heading to work at 4am on a Saturday.

Title is from the song "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5.  The CD version is better than the one played on the radio.  I don't know why, just opinion/fact.