rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


Something close to a perfect afternoon passes and leaves no trace other than the lingering mildness of the air. The drifts of white clouds blow away, the fallen leaves now lie where they fall, and the chattering woodpeckers have fallen silent. The moon is nearly new and there will be dark sky all night, coinciding with the expected peak of the Orionid meteor shower. The mild night here will provide excellent viewing weather. My only problem is that my neck is still not fully recovered from its recent displacement, and craning it to watch the sky would certainly cause a relapse. I might put a blanket on the dry lawn and lie on my back to watch, but then I run the risk of more tick bites. Lyme disease! Someday, as I say every year, I'm going to buy a cheap outdoor chaise lounge.

My desire to be slothful continues. I think of all the things I might be doing now and decide to do none of them. Well, it's Friday night anyway. If I lived in a place where things happened, I'd be out doing nothing anyway. Might as well do nothing here, where it's the normal behavior on a Friday night.

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