Earlier while I was sitting at the dining room table, I heard a loud thud on the deck and went to see what it was. A little bird had flown into the slider door and was laying face down. I picked him up in my hands and held him. He was so soft and small. I have him in a box in case he's only unconscious and happens to wake up, but I don't think he's going to. Lately, I can't help but thinking the stars are aligned badly for everyone. I want them to reconfigure themselves.