A Murder of Crows, An Unkindness of Ravens ***This entry was originally written in mid-June but not posted until today. My personal treatments mentioned below have ceased, though not yet all the torments.*** A quarrelsome murder of crows were going at it hot and heavy just outside our bedroom window this morning. A murder of crows. Lions have their pride, whales a pod, there are herds of cattle and flocks of geese. But a murder of crows? Sounds like something cooked up by Charles Addams or Edward Gorey. It's an inventively macabre description that befits this boisterous crew who always seem to be on the verge of murdering something , most usually one another. At any rate, we'd been lying in bed, reluctant to depart the comfort of our nest. After all, it was a rare day blessedly free of doctor's appointments, chemoradiation treatments, telehealth calls and all the pain that these things entail. To be honest, my torture was temporarily blocked by the painkiller I'd take...