Monday. 10:05 a.m. 69 degrees. Beautiful spring day. Leaving for the hospital. Catbird perched on the mailbox, giving me the eye as I walk out to the car and put my books and computer bag in the backseat, looking like he’s trying not to look like he’s not impatient for me to get out of here so he can take over the holly bushes. I’m telling you. They think they own the place and we’re their tenants.