The cockatoo is raucous, but has not escaped. I awoke to the wife's "wave machine" which was annoying as heck because I cannot get to her desk, due to the nature of the hateful illness that impedes my ability to walk. So, it made "wave noises" from noonish until 5PM. I managed to drift in and out of sleep during that time, experiencing the most nauseating distaste for that manufactured noise. It's awful. It is getting dark, and the television is on some Christmas show in the other room, I suppose it mostly entertains the parrots, they seem to love television. My home feels so empty. And huge. I want to move to a smaller place. All of the kids are grown now, I don't need this huge behemoth of wood and insulation. The depression is very bad, and the anxiety is there too, making me worry. I can't be sure I'll make it through the holidays.