So I went into the city with my mom and climbed up onto the roof of a church rectory (with my blanket and pillow) to watch the hummingbirds. Then I went home to discover that Michael Scott was in my kitchen cooking. When he announced that he was going to go to the bathroom to disrobe, I decided to take a real-time satellite tour of Prospect Park, although when I logged on to the computer, I couldn't decide whether the ducks were actually there or had been placed by the software company.
[When I got up, I almost got out my Peterson's Guide to look up the hummingbirds I'd seen from the rectory roof.]
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