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A couple of weeks ago, I was doing some surfing online late at night, and I heard an owl outside. Which was amazing, because we're not exactly in an owl area. I was delighted. Over the next several days, the owl returned, ocassionally hooting a lot, ocassionally just once. But it tickled me that he/she was coming back. My desk is right next to the window to our back yard, so I figured he was in the big tree just outside.
Two nights ago? I discovered just how stupid I am.
It wasn't an owl. It was JK Rowling.
Here's what happened.
Most nights, one of the last things I do is read all my favorite blogs and stuff. I started going to JK Rowling's site every day because she updates it very infrequently, but if she puts up a new diary post, you can't access any old diary posts. At least, I haven't figured out how to. When her page opens, you click on the language you want to surf the site in, and that opens in a new window. It always takes a little while to load, so I click back to the first window.
Now, her site has sound. A radio. Cars passing by an open window. And, yes, an owl.
You know how I figured it out? The other day, I went to her site when the sun was still up.
Man, I'm dim.