The first thing Doctor does each day upon arriving home from work, is check on O & H and family. He winds back his DVR to sunrise and then using 2x, 4x and 16x fast-forward, he reviews the day. It is like the Keystone Cops in modern day life.
Today was most spectacular, breathtaking. The Doctor regrets not having the time to meticulously rewind and record the various awesome events of each day.
“Sad; should not be.” said Triple O.
“Who said that?” Asked the Doctor.
There was no response.
Ozzie brought extra sticks to the nest. Harriett expertly arranged them. The walls of the nest are now high and steep. The Doctor saw Jesse helping his mother arrange the new nest material. He seemed to have an instinct for placing each piece exactly where it would function most effectively. Is He a She? The perimeter of the nest rose sharply.
“Doctor,” transmitted Harriett. “I think you should get your priorities straight.”
“What?” Thought the Doctor. ” Are you telepathizing to me?”
“Yes, you! dumb, dumb!”
“Hey Harriett, don’t call me dumb. I don’t like it.”
The Doctor had heard this, “you are working too hard,” before. He had heard it from his Bridge teacher, the Female H. sapien that lives with him and the Little Voice in his anterior-lateral cerebral cortex.
“Why don’t you get a job that gives you weekends off as well as two days a week off?” The Voices said.
“Are you hearing voices?” asked the Female H. Sapien.
“No!, no! Of course not!” Stammered the Doctor.
“I’ve never heard of a job like that,” the Doctor thought back .
The Female H. sapien that lives with the Doctor in his giant nest on the West Bank of the North River, thrust a contract in front of him, as he was sitting at his desk. She handed him a pen and pointed to a line at the bottom.
“Sign here,” she said.
The Doctor signed on the line that had “Signature of employee” written beneath it.
“What was that? “Asked the Doctor.
“Never you mind,” the Female H. sapien replied.
And the Doctor went about his business.