Dawn Chorus

As night slowly slides into day, light seeping through cracks in the curtains and blinds, it begins; the dawn chorus.

Cough.

Cough, cough, cough, achoo!

Cough, cough, hrrrrm, cough.

Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, hack, cough, wheeze, more cough.

All four of us have a cough of one kind or another. All day long we trade spams, back and forth. As Someone said, if aliens were listening to us, they might think it's our own peculiar form of communications! At night, when we're sleeping, it stops for a while - but as we leave the depths of sleep and skim along the surface, it starts up again.

I'm thinking we should start a chorus.