it's a good thing Upstairs gets up at 5:30, I guess.

Rooster still at large in the neighborhood. I know it's the rooster, because he started crowing at about six this morning. And when I say "crowing", bear in mind that this is a city rooster, so his accent actually sounds a bit more like a crazy old man muttering to himself.

I think I shall call him Foul Ole Ron.