"Ten men waiting for me at the door? Send one of them home; I'm tired." - Mae West

Our eight chicks act in unison. They're either all busy digging in the sawdust or eating at the feeder, or they're all sleeping in a position that looks like a face plant.
Which one of those chicks coordinates this? How do they decide that it's either all go or all stop?
Do twins or triplets act like this?

I was at Lowe's at 6:30 to get molding and paint, the coffee shop by 7:30 to go over my first seminar material (six 90-minute sessions on spiritual growth), the barber shop by 9:00 and working in Fred by 9:30.
I got the upper portion of the walls painted and 60% of the wainscoting installed, but then I ran out of construction adhesive. We picked up more on the way to dinner tonight so I can get the rest of it installed, and maybe painted tomorrow.

On the way to dinner Pam asked, "Where will you be at this time next week?" Yeah, we're that close.
The answer: flying into Dar es Salaam. I get there at 9:30 p.m., spend 1-2 hours getting through customs, and then take a taxi to the Transit Motel for a few hours of sleep.

Just when you think it can't get any weirder, one candidate calls for putting whole neighborhoods under surveillance and another threatens to out the other guy's wife for...we don't know what. But boy, are we curious.
If this were a SNL skit we'd find it too implausible.
Oh, and the blackmailer won the AZ primary last night.

I mailed off our taxes this morning and actually felt good about it. We'll get a small refund from AZ and owe the feds slightly more, but the net is under $100. That's a very pleasant surprise because past bills have req'd four digits to the left of the decimal point. The only explanation is that Pam was getting so few hours at the hospital that her income was about half of what it should have been.
So we can't spend the silver lining but we're thankful for this outcome.

I don't have anything more, at least not of the sort that should go in a blog. So I'm going to heat up that half cup of coffee left from this morning, have a piece of cake, and call it a day.