The parrot is only twitching, Zelda. It may just be the last bits of reflexive brain activity before permanent death sets in. Probably too late to be saved. It only has enough juice left to tweet out John's 140-character message.
My darling computer decided to take a vacation but here I am again!
Msknight, the parrot is on the new intoduction pretending to be dead. Frankly I have always thought his death was a pretense in order to keep from cleaning his cage, lazy bird. This hypotheses is proven as he awakens long enough to speak a few words before he is once again dead!
I thought you married a Brit, mrsthing. Or a part Brit, perhaps only half his snore is British? Here's how we snore down here in the south: Yeehaw! Yeehaw! Yeehaw! Okay, well maybe I'm the only one that does that.
Mr. Thing's mother is British. His father was Greek.
Snoring is awful! Mr. Thing has apnea, too--it scares me how long he goes without breathing sometimes. I've told him, but he insists I'm imagining it. He's never sleepy during the day, at least. I'm not sure I could sleep with one of those CPAP machines humming away all night. I need darkness and quiet, and we don't have an extra bedroom.
I never used the big mask but the little could be soothing...after you take your ambien to fall asleep over roar. I think my former husband,s snoring was the true problem. Insomnia is more my issue.
I have Heep Slapnia. When I sort of half wake up in the middle of the night and see a heap, I slap it. Can't help myself. Mrs Thumble also has Heep Slapnia, That's what usually wakes me up.