I admit I was emotional this morning. Last night I watched several episodes of Meerkat Manor, the fun but hard to watch story of several tribes of meerkats that live (and kill each other) on the Kalahari Desert (where I just spend my summer vacation). Anywhoo, just about a half an hour ago, I was watching two young cardinals bathing in the water of my luxurious birdbath. Their joy was interrupted by a small flock of white-winged doves (hit it, Stevie) landing for a swim. The doves hadn’t been there three seconds before a red-tailed hawk swooped in from nowhere and grabbed TWO doves. He landed on my patio, the doves trapped between the cement and his talons, and rocked back and forth until he’d squeezed the life out them. I sat horrified as he proceeded to pluck them apart. I’m totally primed for this morning’s edit meeting. Bring on the day.