An Omen

[sdi]

It's after work, and my wife and daughter are out at a play-date, so I figure I might as well take a crack at the next tractate of the Enneads. I'm tired from work, and maybe it'd be better if I just rested instead, but...

So I go out to the hammock in the backyard and lie down, open the Enneads to I 4, and start reading, and I get maybe a couple sentences in when—plop!—a bird swoops over and poops right on the page I'm reading.

Okay, okay, I'll go find something fun to do.