"We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life."

We’ve got birds. They’re in the air vent above our upper-story bathroom. One or two have nested there, and I think I hear chicks.

It’s weird enough, thinking that there are lifeforms in our air ducts, because I’ve seen enough action movies to know that they’re probably using them to bypass our security systems and either steal our secret plans or disable our tractor beam. But even stranger is the way they whistle and chirp in the morning. It’s like I’m showering with R2-D2.

Rob