Madison is sitting on my head just now.

I put him on my shoulder, he climbs there. I put him back on the cage, he flies back to my head. He doesn't want me to pet him or stroke his crest. He certainly believes in keeping our relationship on his terms.

A rather intractable bird, don't you think?

I whacked on my hair again this weekend. It is a bit short.

My step-father is coming tomorrow here tomorrow for the President's Cup. Two days of the tournament and two days of golfing ourselves. It will be a rather welcome break from work, though I must admit I already have plans for the work I will do after he goes to sleep each night.

Instead of whacking my hair, I will get to whack some golf balls!

I wonder if I could bring my clubs to work...