Black Phoebe delight
See, I was barreling toward the office because it's deadline day times two. Our small team is finishing (or "shipping") two magazines today.
As my old sports car made a speedy left turn and Muse spilled from the stereo speakers, I heard -- through the open window -- that Black Phoebe calling from the trees on my left. I get a kick that the bird's volume overrode the car's engine and "Supermassive Black Hole."
You go, birdie. Crank it.