My first waking thought:

There is no inherent evolutionary benefit for small dogs that yip incessantly for no good reason.

I’m serious. I was rudely awakened in the early hours of dawn by a small, yipping dog that stays in the blocks of flats opposite my window. That sucked because I hate having my sleep interrupted. I have trouble sleeping at night and some sleep disorders to boot, so getting a good rest can sometimes be quite a challenge.

Coincidentally, Cowboy Caleb posted a link to a visual opinion piece in the New York Times which provides another perspective on the difficulties of getting a good night’s sleep.

I hope small, yipping dogs get bred out of the evolutionary chain soon.

A kukubird.

That’s what you are if you haven’t read The Time Traveller’s Wife:

or caught the film yet:

I watched it last weekend and actually managed to finish reading the book in camp during periods of lull – while waiting for my turn at the firing range or for CAT 1s (inclement weather for the civilians) to clear.

I can’t stop thinking about the action and the plot during the small moments I have to myself. It’s a beautiful book and it’s a beautiful story, and I’m glad to have had the chance of experiencing both because I’ve learnt a bit more about love and life.